lone-nyctophile:

Confide in me, and watch how I turn your every sorrow into incandescent poetry.

permament-witzelsucht:

Adriaen van de Velde | The Martelaarsgracht in Amsterdam, c.1670 | View of Oudezijds Voorburgwal with the Oude Kerk in Amsterdam, c.1670 | 

woonwijken:

365filmsbyauroranocte:

Fire of Love (Sara Dosa, 2022)

lifeinpoetry:

I leave, I leave—
At the end of this story,
I walk into the sea
and it chooses
not to drown me.

— Jihyun Yun, from “The Leaving Season,” Some Are Always Hungry

cruellheaven:

“Without deep conversation, my mind becomes restless. I need passion and intellect, it’s a shame that a person often lacks one or the other.”

— (via c0ntemplations)

memoryslandscape:

ophiraa:

I want to be cured
Of a craving for something I cannot find
And of the shame of never finding it

— T.S. Eliot, from The Cocktail Party (Mariner, 1964)

orpheuslament:

on loneliness, After Cameron Awkward-Rich, Dante Émile

weltenwellen:

Ocean Vuong, from “The Last Prom Queen in Antarctica”, Time Is a Mother

txnystark:

do you ever just wanna sit next to someone and listen to everything they could possibly say about anything ever just because you like their face and their voice and their general existence