the human heart has hidden treasures; in secret kept, in silence sealed.
& i swear i waited and waited
i’ve got to get out of this hole
come on, oh my star is fading
& i see no chance of release
& i know i’m dead on the surface
but i am screaming underneath
stuck on the end of this ball and chain
& i’m on my way back down again
sometimes i wish for falling. wish for the release. wish for falling through the air to give me some relief. because falling’s not the problem when im falling i’m at peace, it’s only when i hit the ground; it causes all the grief.
florence & the machine
miroslava mikheeva-duma
pregnancy chic
-ian mcewan (saturday)
monsters are real, & ghosts are real too. they live inside us, & sometimes…they win. stephen king
edgar allan poe
men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence - whether much that is glorious - whether all that is profound - does not spring from disease of thought
a dream within a dream
i stand amid the roar
of a surf-tormented shore,
and i hold within my hand
grains of the golden sand —-
how few! yet how they creep
through my fingers to the deep
while i weep —- while i weep!
o god! can i not grasp
them with a tighter clasp?
o god! can i not save
one from the pitiless wave?
is all that we see or seem
but a dream within a dream?
aka Twiggy
when there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire. Stars
i build a fire to stay cool; i burn myself, i am the fuel.
these violent delights have violent ends / and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, / which, as they kiss, consume. Shakespeare ‘Romeo and Juliet’
i have an obsession with birds. birds & their feathers. they are peaceful, exotic, beautiful, interesting, & whimsy. i recently got a feather tattoo of my own on my left wrist, & in considering its’ design, i came across tons of gorgeous tattoos that i used as inspiration.
