latibule-e-deactivated20231012:

— Arabelle Sicardi, from “The Year in Ugliness.”

heavensghost:

Poetry by Amrita chakraborty ( @sunrisesongs )

thoughtkick:

“It’s the things we love most, that destroy us.”

— Suzanne Collins

fromdarzaitoleeza:

I went to riverbed to wait for you to show up, you didnt show up, I kept waiting .

I can’t explain what i mean and even if i could I’m not sure i would feel like it .

disgustinggf:

disgustinggf:

latibule-e-deactivated20231012:

My heartbeat has reached the epitome of rottenness; It is no longer part of my heart. Time for the shadows to come and grab me by the brain. Dearest, I am asking you again: Just how far is the sky?

— Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters