I’ve never known a winter so cold

[primulaceas]

Mary Oliver, “Starlings in Winter” Owls and Other Fantasies

[heavensghost]

I forgive it all as it comes back to me

[philophobicss]

[idkpleasekillme]

sorry i pushed you away i felt abandoned and suicidal

[chloeinletters]

The year I went to the movies

[centaurusblood]

great things have happened is a lovely poem that's similar to this one

[fairydrowning]

"I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood."

– Melissa Cox

"I'm homesick all the time," she said, still not looking at him "I just don't know where home is."

– Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon

"I want to go home, but I don't know where it is."

– Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game

[fairydrowning]

"I want to go home. I will always want to go home. Even when I am at home I want to go home. But I'm not really thinking of a place, it's more that feeling of everything finally being over, of seeing the light in the windows of your house on a cold night, of being safe, the relief of leaving a party you're not enjoying, like when you felt sick at school and they sent you home, or when you got upset at a sleepover and they called your parents. I want my mam to come get me. I want to go home."

– Via: "seashellronan" on Tumblr

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: I am doing my best to not become a museum / of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out. ]

[metamorphesque]

― 1Q84, Haruki Murakami

[text ID: I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.]

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[feral-ballad]

Dulce María Loynaz, tr. by James O’Connor, from Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems

[Text ID: “I never call your name, but you are in me like the song in the nightingale’s throat even when it’s not singing.”]

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Theories about the universe”

[Text ID: “When I want something / with my whole being, and the universe withholds it / from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself, / Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, / but she does not understand how it will hurt.”]

[fairydrowning]

"I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all. I like watching people, but I don't like talking to them, dealing with them, pleasing them, or offending them. I am tired."

-Susan Sontag, I, Etcetera: Stories

[metamorphesque]

— Mark Strand, Seven Poems

[text ID: A scar remembers the wound. / The wound remembers the pain. / Once more you are crying.]

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

[fairydrowning]

I Still Love Him Song By Lana Del Rey

James Joyce, From A Letter To Nora Barnacle Written C. August 1904

Sorcery Of Thorns By Margaret Rogerson

[fairydrowning]

"No one has ever known you as I know you."

-Virginia Woolf, Night And Day

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Eat”

[Text ID: “I am trying to stop doing / things that don’t make any sense. Body, / forgive me. I am trying. I am trying. I am still trying.]

[feral-ballad]

Katherine Larson, from Radial Symmetry; “Gardens in Tunisia”

[Text ID: “There are days that walk through me / and I cannot hold them.”]

[weltenwellen]

Marla Miniamo, from “Sea Salt”