Nocturne Parchment

"In the embrace of vintage pages and the hushed elegance of quiet libraries, I navigate a realm where the past is woven into every sentence. With an affinity for capturing the whispers of time, my journey through curated words and curated worlds invites you to wander alongside. Together, we'll decipher the beauty of forgotten stories, explore the elegance of faded ink, and find solace in the rich tapestry of knowledge that history offers."

[nipsyyy]

-Noor Unnahar

[thisisafault]

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"Nobody ever really knows how much anyone else is hurting. You could be standing next to somebody who is completely broken and you wouldn't even know it. That's why you should always try to be kind."

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the joy of walking quietly through your days, feeling your life wrap gently around you

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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

— Oscar Wilde. (via. luciferifilia)

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Undine, Rising from the Fountain, modeled ca. 1880–82. Marble. White marble seems to dissolve into rippling wet fabric as the water nymph Undine changes from liquid to human form. Abandoned by her husband, the heartbroken nymph is seeking revenge: an embrace that will drown him with tears

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[quotemadness]

They burned the bridge, then ask why I don’t visit.

Ugo Eze

[celestesinsight]

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"It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not."

Andre Gide, Autumn Leaves

[dark-romantics]

"If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don't remember writing"

@themachomoron

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The Letters of Sylvia Plath - Volume I: 1940–1956

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[weltenwellen]

Emily Skaja, from “Dear Ruth”, Brute

[typodescript]

[text: you are the holy thing I look to.]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“I have found the deepest conversations in our silence.”

— Jay Vespertine (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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Dante and Virgil in Hell (1850)

— by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

[metamorphesque]

— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"

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— Marie Howe, from “The Addict”

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds