Have You Ever Looked At Someone And Thought Why Do Poets Even Try?

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

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

I hate that I get jealous so easily

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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

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