#fragments

[mournfulroses]

Colette, translated by Antonia White from “Gribiche,” written c. February 1937

[kiisuuumii]

Mohammed El-Kurd, from "Lice," Rifqa

[shisasan]

I treasure those rare souls with whom silence flows like a gentle river, where we sink into ourselves, lost in the maze of our minds, in our shared depths, not to escape but to meet softly at the edges of being, cradled by the same breath of the universe, as the stillness hums between us with the whisper of unseen worlds, sharing the quiet like a secret.

[wordedarchive]

[sunshinesere]

Letter IV: Worpswede near Bremen, July 16th 1903 Rainer Maria Rilke. Letters to a Young Poet

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

[thepathetickind]

thought I was falling in love,

by laurenmaerie, holding onto everything // drunk writings

[lostillusionstuffs]

Love how things do not work and I come here to vent my feelings...

[flowerytale]

Edgar Allan Poe, from a letter to Mrs. Maria Clemm, July 1849

[feral-ballad]

Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”

[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]

[fairydrowning]

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

[mournfulroses]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from The Essential Poems of Marina Tsvetaeva; "For Anna Akhmatova,"

[kiisuuumii]

Mohammed El-Kurd, from "Where Am I From Jerusalem?," Rifqa

[shisasan]

Desire, stripped of the deep pull of soul connection, of fire longing to fuse and dissolve into something whole, is nothing but flesh fumbling through the void, a hollow shell grasping for warmth that never arrives, and I want no taste of its venom, no part of its tainted nectar.

[dionyrtal]

Vertigo Peaks by Dion Anja 2. Return II by Dean Gioia

[sunshinesere]

Ottessa Moshfegh / Eileen