Maestoso, doloroso:

This is the light of autumn; it has turned on us.
Surely it is a privilege to approach the end
still believing in something.

Louise Glück, from “October”, Averno (via medeae)
Source: medeae
❛ THIS IS THE SILENCE OF ASTOUNDED SOULS   –––  words.❛ SICK WITH THIS DESPERATE FURY  –––  about.