Details : Dancing Fairies by August Malmström 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

I will never get over how weird it feels to have tragic and emotional chapters of your life where you just also still go to work, and the grocery store, and see funny videos online all while feeling such paralyzing fear and heartache

life just goes on no matter what

Brief Poems, Vera Pavlova

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Dark Interval: Letters on Loss, Grief, and Transformation

i think i love you, which is odd, because i promised myself i couldn't love anything that breathes - on account of a sense for the dramatic and also one time i got thrown against the ground so hard that the splatter was chalk dust. i said i'd never let that happen standing up. it happened like a sunrise anyway, between the fingers over my eyes. you flew as a bird and made a nest in my heart. i want it to pass over me like a locust. my hands keep shaking. anything close can cut through bone. like looking down a deep hole, i hear the stones skitter over and plunge. i wanna be an adult about this and instead i feel like crying. this will only make things worse. i wasn't supposed to do this again. what a fool, this girl.

it's like she wants to get hurt.

hey (with the intention of brushing our teeth in the bathroom side by side)

and of course i've been thinking about tragedy and how you can say "there was a way both rose and jack could have survived", "there was a way for achilles to save patroclus and himself from their fate", "there was a way for orpheus and eurydice to both get out of the underworld", "if only they had done this", "if only they had thouht of this" but in the end the people involved are not gods, they are stirred by their emotions and preconceptions and the limits of their knowledge and their fears and ambitions, and in good tragedies i think there's always a way out that is completely plausible and even easy to find but the humanity of the characters drives them to mistakes that ultimately add up to the most heartbreaking conclusion you can imagine. and i think that's beautiful.

William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

speechless. the pose. the expression. this should be a painting.

probably it will be summer again by Catherine Pierce

Samantha Dennison

The Knight of the Flowers (1894)

— by Georges Rochegrosse

Richard Le Gallienne, “The Heart Unseen”

There is supposed to be a place where no one can reach you. Traditionally, the home, but now we settle for the ocean, the airplane, the summit of a mountain, the middle of a lake, the shower, the womb, the grave

— Moonless Night, Louise Glück

[text ID: But is waiting forever / always the answer?]

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

someone said we had more fun in childhood because we didnt have any past memories to linger on and it has stuck with me ever since