jan

did you look at the edge before you fell?

[thorrn]

on death with 1. lilies abounded, @petfurniture, twitter; 2. frances molina, “o’death”

[soracities]

Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop

[Text ID: “October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.”]

[engulfes]

Growing up is actually all about realizing people don’t inherently dislike you and it’s a bit odd to assume they do

[existentialdruid]

This

[jelliebeanbitch]

there are more tweets in this thread

fucking SLAY

[feral-ballad]

Aria Aber, from Hard Damage; “Rilke and I”

[Text ID: “Whether you want it or not, in you sleeps a woman of war,”]

[thorrn]

on death with 1. lilies abounded, @petfurniture, twitter; 2. frances molina, “o’death”

[wajb]

“I want to make something great” - thought shared by every human on Earth ever, at the same time

[luxlightly]

It always upsets me so much when I see interpretations/illustrations of the two headed calf poem that show a living calf being torn away from its mother and killed to sell to a museum and framing the poem as being “humanity kills beautiful things for being different”.

Two headed cows almost never survive more than a few hours after their birth. The farmer finds the *body* the next day. The calf was destined to die, and that’s a tragedy, but for the time it was alive, it had a beautiful and unique experience.

It’s not a poem about the cruelty of man. It’s a poem about the beauty of life in an indifferent universe. It’s about purpose and beauty being able to exist even in an existence doomed to come to an end, as all our lives are. It’s not a poem about how a calf dies, but how, even for only a brief moment, it was alive.

And, for that moment, because of that life, however fleeting, the sky had twice as many stars.

[omar-little]

when richard siken said “and no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won’t tell them”

[chillpotato]

- Elizabeth George Speare, from 'The Witch of Blackbird Pond'

[geryone]

Bone, Yrsa Daley-Ward

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“I killed a plant once because i gave it too much water. lord, i worry that love is violence.”

— José Olivarez, from "Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains,"

[poetrybymalimarks]

Nina Is Trying, Mali Marks

[metamorphesque]

— Letters to Véra, Vladimir Nabokov

[text ID: You came into my life—not as one comes to visit (you know, “not taking one’s hat off”) but as one comes to a kingdom where all the rivers have been waiting for your reflection, all the roads, for your steps.]

[watchoutforintellect]

Anne Sexton - From Small Wire

[jaycee-speaks-now-deactivated20]

[bnmxfld]

“How long they choose to love you will never be your decision.”

— Drake / Thank Me Now

[moonstoast]

and while i’m in this body, i want somebody to want

litany in which certain things are crossed out by richard siken // ? // summer by safia elhillo // blood wedding and yerma by federico garcia lorca // holly warburton // little beast by richard siken // scene of deluge by joseph-désiré court // the angel experiment by james patterson // when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities by chen chen // moon song by phoebe bridgers