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the longing is killing me

lucille clifton the book of light: “climbing” \ pia brambley

buy me a turmeric latte

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mortifying ordeal, etc. 🕊

(claire schwartz / coco mellors)

“Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.”

— W. S. Merwin, Separation

I wish being in love was enough. I wish it counted for anything at all.

a.k.a. what if i had a lot of feelings about beatrice and lilith being divorced two sides of the same fucked up coin

Hera Lindsay Bird - Mirror Traps // Mitski - I Don't Smoke // Charlotte Brontë - Jane Eyre // David Jones - Love As The Stars Went Out. // Michael Cunningham - The Hours // Jessica Helen Lopez - “Poem for My Beloved,” The Blood Poems // Jane Austen - Pride and Prejudice // Hillary Gravendyk - Quarrel // Vita Sackville-West - letter to Virginia Woolf // Joey Comeau - A Softer World

on feeling

anne carson red doc (via @metamorphesque) \\ kazuo ishiguro never let me go (via @liriostigre) \\ franz kafka the diaries of franz kafka, 1910-1913: "january 3, 1912" (via @dailykafka) \\ jeanette winterson why be happy when you could be normal (via @strykerlancer) \\ søren kierkegaard (1839) (via @tamsoj) \\ cameron awkward-rich the child formally known as _________ \\ jean-paul sartre nausea (via @metamorphesque) \\ adam wolfond the ripples are ongoing acts \\ catherine gildiner good morning, monster: five heroic journeys to emotional recovery (via @weltenwellen)

buy me a coffee

Mary Oliver, from “Marengo.” [ID in alt text]

thanks bangtan

LOVE AS VIOLENCE VS LOVE AS SOFTNESS

Ada Limon, The Good Fight // Mary Oliver, West Wind // Danez Smith, Bare // Sappho, Fragment 58.25-26 // Mitski, I Don’t Smoke // Ashe Vernon // Hozier, Cherry Wine // Shauna Barbosa, GPS // Richard Siken, Little Beast // Chen Chen, Summer [The sunflowers fall…] // Warsan Shire // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

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🧚🏻‍♀️ this is the good luck fairy and she’s here to bless u with good luck for the rest of ur life

― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea

[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]

have you ever looked at someone and thought why do poets even try?

hahAHAHhahAHAHAHAHA

I hate that I get jealous so easily

Are you better?

bun?

There is nothing more tender than playing with someone’s hands…..it sounds so dumb but stroking each other’s palms & tapping on each other’s wrists & twisting your fingers together & squeezing each other’s hands…..it’s like having a conversation that no one else can hear!

Something about holding hands being so intimate. Because we use hands for… literally everything we do and it’s like. I am giving you my hand. I could use it for anything, to grab some food, or to text someone, but I’m going to let you hold it in yours because i love you and i like being close to you and i want you to have my hand. It feels like sacrifice. It feels like surrender. It feels like love. Just. holding hands, man. i’m having a lot of emotions rn

why am I so unloveable

szeretem amikor végre olyan álmos vagyok hogy elkezdem teljesen komfortosan érezni magam mert minden rossz dolog végre kiürül a fejemből

Hali csak azt szeretném írni hogy legyen szép napod!🌼✨

Szia! nagyon szépen köszönöm, remélem neked is nagyon szép napod volt/van/lesz !! <3✨