wailing woman

[luthienne]

Rachel Wiley, Nothing is Okay

[luthienne]

Ingeborg Bachmann, In the Storm of Roses; “No Delicacies” (tr. Mark Anderson)

[hapless-hollow]

I speak a language that only dead souls can understand.

Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via sad-house-of-mortality)

[sad-house-of-mortality]

Image by Janine

[sad-house-of-mortality]

Roberto Rubalcava - Berlin

[de-morte]

I have unfounded tales, hidden beneath my tears.

Channing M (via de-morte)

[sad-house-of-mortality]

Pha410 - Shadows

[sad-house-of-mortality]

Toshihiro Oshima - moonrising

[luthienne]

What kills love? Only this: neglect.

Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries (via luthienne)

[luthienne]

Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries

[ikhorveined]

and tonight I'll ache with undefined longing for no reason at all

[luthienne]

Ingeborg Bachmann, In the Storm of Roses; “Land of Fog” (tr. Mark Anderson)

[luthienne]

Sometimes I wonder which is which. Where I begin… Where he ends.

Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries (via luthienne)

[luthienne]

Her voice curled up around its edges, the way paper does when you set it alight at the sides.

Julia Armfield, Salt Slow; “The Great Awake” (via luthienne)

[luthienne]

She was tired of tiredness,

Julia Armfield, Salt Slow; “The Great Awake” (via luthienne)

[luthienne]

This rabid dark, This deep, this scream These absences of me.

Eavan Boland, from New Collected Poems (via luthienne)

[luthienne]

A constriction in the chest, tears, a scream that feels as if it would be endless if I let it out.

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980 (via luthienne)