weepingpoet

“Forgive me for the things I said, but mostly the things I did not.”

[weepingpoet]

“And perhaps it is the greater grief,

after all,

to be left on earth

when the other is gone,

Do you think?”

“Perhaps,”

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[metamorphesque]

musings on God, tathev simonyan

[soracities]

Mia Mingus, from "Moving Toward the Ugly: A Politic Beyond Desirability" [ID'd]

[roua-poemului]

“The sun glows inside her chest, the moon echoes from her eyes.”

— Michaela Leventis, The Bitter Vanilla.

[academic-vampire]

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶

[pointnclick]

does anyone else remember grass. the warmth of the sun

[pointnclick]

winter makes me feel like the guys at the of the lotr. do you remember the taste of strawberries mr. frodo

[justlifewelle]

This must be worth it. Otherwise, all that pain was just rehearsal for nothing.

[academic-vampire]

𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶

[vtasdora]

Tristan and Isolde (Death) - Rogelio de Egusquiza 

[alchemicalcodes]

Anaïs Nin

[metamorphesque]

― Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories

[text ID: It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four.]

[local-deadpoet-deactivated20260]

drug of choice? english teachers complimenting my writing.

[dandylion-s]

Bastille was right. How am I gonna be an optimist about this. Also right about eh eho eho.

[antigonick]

“—I conversed with you in a dream”

— Sappho, If Not, Winter (tr. by Anne Carson)

[the-night-flovver]

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥? 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞." — 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐯

[inkcoveredpoet]

22/7/25

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf in a diary entry dated 18 August 1921, from A Writer's Diary