On Ghosts - Tumblr Posts

maybe i'm just a portrait of all the people i've loved and nothing else tastes so bittersweet. a little dash of my ex-best friend in the way i walk and laugh. my scarf tied in a double knot for that beautiful stranger at the bus stop. a whisper of my mother and the sigh of a lover in the way i braid my hair. pockets full of fire and infinite regret like my dad or his dad or his dad. the tilt of my jaw, the curve of my smile, everything, everything is someone else. when they're all gone, my own reflection will be the biggest ghost i have.

i’m watching this documentary about halloween and there’s a part where they’re explaining that ghost stories got really popular around the civil war when no one could really deal with how many people went off and died and

the narrator just said 

“the first ghost stories were really about coming home”

fuck 

the unabridged journals of sylvia plath, sylvia plath // little father, li-young lee // dostoevsky and parricide, sigmund freud // forest, crystal vega-huerta // the pulling, sharon olds // salt water, peter campion // learning late letters, quyên nguyễn-hoàng // the woods, daughter // the cubist painters, guillaume apollinaire // deathwatch, michael ryan.

growing apart (maybe in another life)

“p.s. i still love you” jenny han // hanif kureishi “intimacy and midnight all day: a novel and stories” // andrew wyeth “breakup”, 1994 // kevin wilson “nothing to see here” // sue zhao // christa wolf “cassandra: a novel and four essays” // zhiyong jing “the longing in your heart”, 2019 // frank ocean “white ferrari” // @wickleg

I lost every friendship I ever had and it still hurts.

1. Finneas O’Connell / 2. Ocean Vuong / 3. adampvrrish / 4. Otessa Moshfegh / 5. Fairycosmos / 6. Richard Siken / 7. frenchtoastlesbian

“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)

“I was young here. Riding the subway with my small book as though to defend myself against the same world: you are not alone, the poem said, in the dark tunnel.”

“But most of all, I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they are going.”

Anne Bentley / Louise Glück, October / Jack Anderson, A Poet's Guide to the Subway / Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 / Holly Warburton