une reveuse

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[petaltexturedskies]

that Sunday in July when we were young and did not look into the abyss,

Anne Sexton, from "The Fury of Sundays" in The Complete Poems

[derangedrhythms]

I had no need of a ghost. I was my own haunting.

Jeanette Winterson, Night Side of the River; from ‘The Spare Room’

[timotaychalamet]

Cleo from 5 to 7 (1962) dir. Agnès Varda

[quietlotus]

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Pietro Tenerani (Italian, 1789-1869) Psiche svenuta, 1869 Galerie nationale d'Art moderne et contemporain, Rome

[othellho]

Bernadette Noll

[perfectday1972]

via epicdecordk

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, from from Fire: From "A Journal of Love": The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin: 1934-1937

[petaltexturedskies]

Louise Glück, from "Aboriginal Landscape"

[reverie-quotes]

Anyway, sleep. Thus harmless, tucked into a safe space. That isn't what I come upon down in the night world, though. Instead, precipices. Mazes and escapes. Remorse, and words that were not said. Encounters with the dead, who turn away from me, still angry. (Did I find brightness? Maybe. Meadows? Flowered pastures? Greetings? Glad surprises?) (My dearest, is it you?)

— Margaret Atwood, "Pyjamas with Sheep on Them"

[halfsavages-deactivated20200621]

from Mary Shelley’s journal, February 25, 1822

[mournfulroses]

Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993

[antoniettabrandeisova]

Rhodopis, c. 1862. Charles Francis Fuller (American, 1830-1875) 

[feral-ballad]

Tishani Doshi, from Everything Begins Elsewhere; “Cutting Broccoli”

[women-loving-art]

Adrienne Rich, from Twenty-One Love Poems (VIII)

[weltenwellen]

Erika L. Sánchez, from "Departure"

[toiich]

"The Bite" (1914) — Edvard Munch