wildeausten

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— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

I was perfect.

a mary oliver quote that peeled me like a fruit

i am a graveyard full of moments that i could have had with you

Let me fall silent,

Your nothingness stabs a hole in my ribs,

No substance, no form, no tangible hold

I dance between clarity and insanity

I have been looking everywhere for you,

I turned myself inside out,

I am a rabid dog,

I am a wanderer forever deprived of eden

I am your lamb,

Devour me, haunt my dreams,

It is still here,

It wouldn’t stop lest you come home to me

This bile of yearning filling up my organs,

It’s yours and yours alone.

Would you be the same if I taint my soul trying to search for yours?

What else could you have done

But pray?

To beg for a divine intervention

To be able to walk on air?

How else would you bear

your feet catching on fire

As the world burns around you?

Sun, swallow me whole. I want to be beautiful to my own accord. I want solitude that does not kill. For once, i want to be the light that permeates and guides someone to liberty. If not sunrise, then sunset at the very least. I am a myriad of flaws. I was told that light could make terror beautiful, too. Come, devour me. I don’t care if you burn my skin or suffocate my lungs—I want to be whole.

It looks like you’re the one i’ve been waiting for

Shooting stars, tarot cards

dreaming of dance floors—

I ought to hold your hand

I’ll spill my guts out everywhere

And meet you half past 12

In the ether where our love grows beyond nowhere

Incomprehensible, incomparable

The shift of the world felt within my core

Rattling my very own flesh and bones

Your gravity pulls me in

My one and only, my anchor

I believe in God when you touch my skin

François-Hubert Drouais 

French, 1727-1775

Madame du Barry (details)

Fairy Wings (detail) by TheFancyFairy on Etsy

ROBERT BRYDALL - The fairy woods (detail)

Midsummer Eve by Edward Robert Hughes

you know that feeling when you’re out in nature at 5 or 6am and everything’s still quiet and the air still smells like night time and it’s fresh so you shiver a bit but then slowly the first rays of sun peak over the edge of the earth and everything is bathed in foggy, golden light and you just stand there watching the earth awaken.. if that’s not soothing idk what is

when whitman said “i contradict myself. i am large… i contain multitudes” and wilde said “what are you? to define is to limit” and sumney said “i insist upon my right to be multiple”

yes.

stop shaming people for being passionate about the things that they love. stop mocking people for having unusual interests. like, honestly, i'm so tired of feeling embarrassed for being "too much". if being too much means having deep interests that fill my life with romanticism and excitement, then let me be!!! i'd much rather listen to anyone ranting about their latest obsession with 16th century swords than have a boring ordinary conversation with those who shame passionate people

reading austen with this scenery is something else 🤍🦋

🤍🌿🌙🍊

I’ve been fixing up my room and this is kind of just what it’s at rn and I’m so happy

Dark academia

• Pride and prejudice

• Endeavor

• Plein soleil

• The talented mr. Ripley

• Dead poet society

• Atonement

• A room with a view

• Maurice

• Brideshead revisited