It's too late for us

pink-heart-writes:

i hope my absence gives you the peace my love never could

- dee

strykerlancer:

ALT

— Lord Byron, from “To the Countess of Blessington.”

urbancompound:

mournfulroses:

Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; “Song,”

cyberxbattalion:

stuckinapril:

I don’t care about it at all (I have carried its weight around like a rock on my chest since the very day it happened)

feral-ballad:

Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”

[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]

petaltexturedskies:

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 20 March 1928

toriaelise:

i’ll touch your dick anywhere idc

strykerlancer:

ALT

— Hélène Cixous, from “Hyperdream.”