Oh.

oh.

“There is magic in decay. A dance to be done For the rotting,”

— Dan Chelotti, from “Compost,” Poetry (June 2014)

“I said: I could be a wolf for you. I could put my teeth on your throat. I could growl. I could eat you whole. I could wait for you in the dark. I could howl against your hair.”

—

Catherynne M. Valente

,

The Bread We Eat in Dreams   

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“Did you ever know, dear, how much you took away with you when you left?”

— C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed (via wordsnquotes)

“so i go on and on and ignore my childhood and i love my sins i keep them caged like quarantined pets, my little maimed birds pull them out during the dark hours of the night and on and on i go plucking the drab plumage from the puckered skin”

— Jessica Helen Lopez, “There Are No Words for Addiction,” published in Drunk in a Midnight Choir (via bostonpoetryslam)

“I still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn’t know when to stop giving.”

— Trista Mateer (24 of 30)