x. DIVINE VIOLENCE .

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[esoteric-grandpacore]

“I know nothing and my heart aches.”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via the-book-diaries)

[absolvam]

“How I suffer. And no one knows how I suffer, walking up this street, engaged with my anguish—alone; fighting something alone.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. September 1929

[hauteinnocence]

[yvesolade]

— Yves Olade, “Self Portrait as a Hairpin Turn”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Bathe my skin in rosewater and myrrh.”

— Grace Bauer, from Poems; “Bathsheba, Looking Forward, Looking Back,”

[bluebeardsbride-archive]

“In a field of broken antlers, I’m holy as the grass where a deer has slept.”

— Erika L. Sánchez, from “Love Story,” Lessons on Expulsion (via lifeinpoetry)

[megairea]

“you are the shadow / and the slicing light,”

— Miklós Radnóti, from Hymn (tr. by Gabor Barabas).

[hozierarthistory]

The Fall of Man by Frans Floris // From Eden by Hozier

[bassiter]

Visit Original Link

[kushandwizdom]

“i’m sorry i was late can i come in i was preparing my heart for you.”

— Warsan Shire

[pluiez]

[unusualyoung]

[theclassicsreader]

“oh it puts the heart in my chest on wings for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking                is left in me”

- Sappho, from “Fragment 31”

[goodreadss]

“Come and kiss me and let’s forget.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via goodreadss)

[phanamaste]

someone: hi

me: are you sure

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Everything is here to harrass you with its vicious beauty,”

— Alice Notley, from Eurynome’s Sandals: Poems; “Previously,” c. April 2019

[festeiro]