“When Someone Was Willing To Drown With Me, I Really Didn’t Want To Drown Anymore.”

pasta is an antidepressant

“With her white hair and her white dress she was so white that she looked silver.”

— Sylvia Plath

“A taste of you slipped into me like moonlight in a locked church.”

— Janet Lees, ‘Reconsecrated’. Published in The Missing Slate.

I respect the moon's unwillingness to be photographed on a phone

“Thank you for the walks under the moon.”

— Marina Tsvetaeva, tr. by Robert Chandler, from “I’m Glad Your Sickness,”

“You move like the moon.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Michael Hamburger, from “To Hölderlin” (via existential-celestial)

soft reminder: you’re alive. you survived the worst nights you’ve ever experienced. you picked yourself up when you were at rock bottom. you made it through the worst relapses, loneliness, heartbreak, failure and darkness in your life. when you wanted to disappear you stayed, time and time again. you can make it through anything. you will get through this too.

you are the moonlight