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The hungriest.

[weltenwellen]

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus

[hellomp3]

Visit Original Link

[xochiquetzvl]

Conversing with light bodies

But really they’re all a part of me

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“I’m learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.”

[cache-e]

“I feel very small. I don't understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.”

Anaïs Nin, from nearer the moon: the previously unpublished unexpurgated diary,1937-1939

[cache-e]

“I have died for the smallest things. Nothing washes off”

Angela Jackson, from "The Love of Travelers," And All These Roads Be Luminous: Poems Selected and New

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

The hypocrisy of being human; the constant tug between solitude and company, the desire to love so desperately and simultaneously be detached from it all, of wanting everything and wanting nothing.

—mattmurdock-gf on Tumblr

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Kim Addonizio, from 'The Women', Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems/excerpt from 'The Complete Works: The Diary,' Virginia Woolf

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps/Carlie Hoffman, from “High Bridge Park,” published in Gulf Stream

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Oliver, Mary (1993) 'August', via Poetry magazine, August 1993.

Sorrowing old man ("At Eternity's Gate"), Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890). via WikiCommons

[metamorphesque]

— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"

[generation-dope]

Streets is watching…

[zegalba]

3D artist Str4ngeThing rendered footwear inspired by architectural and artistic expressions from Renaissance Architecture (2023)

[zegalba]

Various Vivienne Westwood Rings

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

-Suicide letters from Anne sexton

[tendermimi]

— Ocean Vuong, Because It’s Summer

[sex4wifi]

[anaisnin-blog-blog]

““Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.””

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[anaisnin-blog-blog]

“She knew all the trickeries in this war of love. … if the man had admired another woman passing by, or talked too long about an old love, the little offences, the small stabs, a mood of indifference, a small unfaithfulness, a small treachery, all of them were warnings of possibly larger ones, to be counteracted by an equal or larger or total unfaithfulness, her own, the most magnificent of counterpoisons, prepared in advance for the ultimate emergencies. She was accumulating a supply of treacheries, so that when the shock came, she would be prepared"”

— - A Spy in the House of Love, Anais Nin