How Hollow Is Your Heart? Without Your Anguish, Anger And Melancholy.

Might fuck around and create a fantasy world in my mind to distract myself from the pressures of reality.

“I’ve always hated my name for some reason. It always sounded weird when it passed through my lips like it never belonged to me, but when I heard you say it for the first time it was as if it was the only name I’ve ever known. You didn’t shorten it or call me by a nickname it was always my own, nothing more nothing less. You said a name as beautiful as mine should never be butchered in such a way and I believed you. Then you left and the boy I talk to now calls me by a different name and you don’t call me at all.”

— S.Z / Excerpts from a book I’ll never finish #4 (via elvishbabes)

“and kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea i shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud.”

“i have only one thing to do and that’s be the wave that i am and then sink back into the ocean.”

THE SEA AS A PLACE OF BEGINNING AND ENDING

anne carson | geyser, mitski | rafael campo | ilya glazunov | slothrust | @ mild.moon on instagram | fernand braudel | bertil nilsson | a metamorfose dos pássaros (catarina vasconcelos, 2020) | fiona apple

“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”

— (via madsss5572)

‘where is the pen i was using like 3 seconds ago’ an autobiography i’ll never write because i keep losing the pen i was using like 3 seconds ago.

And he'll return to me, aching to be hold, aching to be loved.

(excerpts from the long lost lover)/siyah

Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?

I barely remember the last 6 months honestly like am I even alive

being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.

“Let us be misplaced together. Like short walks through big cities. Like hard work on Sunday mornings.”