dissociating

i am not here. i've disappeared 🦋

[witchesbewitching]

this is what i want to be- a little witch who sells flowers in a party!!! and everyone adores her <3

[witchesbewitching]

when they tell me "you'll understand if you'll have a daughter like you one day" but i want a daughter like me. i want to love her like i wanted to be loved.

[witchesbewitching]

I have been trying to think about you less, but trying to not think about you is still thinking about you. Even if I hated you that would mean I loved you once. A love so deep— it wakes me up in the middle of the night with a dream so sweet I start tearing up. In the dream you tell me you love me. And I can't be sure if it's a memory or a wish.

[lilyflxwers]

[aworsening]

Sources:

i. The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath / ii. As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980, Susan Sontag / iii. Suddenly, It's December, Margaux Paul / iv. Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another, Jan Heller Levi / v. The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde / vi. The Letters of Gustave Flaubert: 1830-1857, Gustave Flaubert / vii. unknown / viii. @inanotherunivrse / ix. @violentcherries / x. Heaven, Mieko Kawakami

[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies

[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

[weltenwellen]

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

[communicants]

Late Spring (Yasujiro Ozu, 1949)

[lunamonchtuna]

— Susan Sontag, from “Death Kit,” (1967) (via lunamonchtuna)

[ryebreadgf]

10072024, S.T.

[witchesbewitching]

pov: you're out of school, out of college, you're working a job that doesn't pay well but it pays enough so that you can pay your bills and live on your own. you don't have your own house, but the house you rent has big windows. big enough to allow the first ray of morning sun bath your room in yellow hues. you wake up, go to work, come back. And repeat the cycle everyday. it's tiring. but in the evening, you make yourself a cup of tea, open the book you're currently reading, and sit by the window. it's not much.

it's enough for now.

[witchesbewitching]

Time changes everything. Time heals every wound. It will pass with time. Take your time.

Memories fade with time.

Days change into years.

But

I am here.

I am here and I want to believe I can love again.

But I am afraid

that love won't be the same

because I am changing too.

-K

[ashstfu]

2023 is in three months

[metamorphesque]

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.]

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

‘The Teacher,’ May Sarton

[superspace]

[drramaesthetic]

[cameli-e]

the poetry in "because this is my first life".

Island

There are islands between people.

I want visit that island.

a visitor by chong hyon-jong (2009)

park joon (2017)

The visitor

The coming of a person is, in fact, a tremendous feat.

Because he comes with his past and present and with his future.

Because a person’s whole life comes with him.

Since it is so easily broken the heart that comes along would have been broken ― a heart whose layers the wind will likely be able to trace,

if my heart could mimic that wind

it can become a hospitable place.