I Thought She Was Sleeping Until I Heard Her Call Out From Across The Room, Will You Bring Me A Glass

“I thought she was sleeping until I heard her call out from across the room, “Will you bring me a glass of water?” I did. Then in her always-sleepy tone and drawl she said, “Do you remember when you were a little boy and you would ask your mama to bring you a glass of water?” Yeah. “You know how half the time you weren’t even thirsty. You just wanted that hand that was attached to that glass that was attached to that person you just wanted to stay there until you fell asleep.” She took the glass of water that I brought her and just sat it down full on the table next to her. Wow, I thought. What am I gonna do with love like this.”

— One Night from Dito Montiel’s A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints

“I have a photograph of you when we ate an orange in bed. What month was that in? What did you want from me? Every book is a book, is a thing you feel by yourself. You are here. I am alone in this poem.”

— Alex Dimitrov, You Were Blond Once (via sagmoonn)

home is the first grave

unknown // catherine lacey // chen chen // silas denver melvin // aloha from hell, richard kadrey // courtney love prays to oregon // unknown // st. lucy’s home for girl’s raised by wolves // x // taylor swift’s “my tears ricochet” // this post @ceemetery

my kofi

“A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. We don’t get to choose the people we are.”

— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

*kisses a cat’s forehead* *kisses a cat’s forehead* *kisses a cat’s forehead*  *kisses a cat’s forehead* *kisses a cat’s forehead* *kisses a cat’s forehead* *kisses a cat’s forehead* *kisses a c

The world is quiet here.