[acehotel]

1993 guerrilla marquee by Jenny Holzer who fought the good fight on 42nd street ‘fore they tore it down. 

[amyjdewinehouse]

Amy Winehouse, 2004

[mangamaga]

Count Umberto Morra di Lavriano’s villa in Cortona, Italy.

[sugarlizard8]

2010 paris, the dream by pierre wayser

[havingapoemwithyou]

The Suitor by Jane Kenyon

[havingapoemwithyou]

You With the Crack Running Through You by Kim Addonizio

[havingapoemwithyou]

Crush by Ada Limón

[young-quiet-and-crazy-blog]

“I keep remembering — I keep remembering. My heart has no pity on me.”

— Henri Barbusse, The Inferno (via coffeepeople)

[bobbole]

Schinako Moriyama, Stairway to the moon

[mothprincess]

James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room

[ax-ky]

[havingapoemwithyou]

Stop Me if  You’ve Heard This One Before by Kaveh Akbar

[theinternetarchive]

from 'bird by bird: some instructions on writing and life,' anne lamott, pub. 1994.

[firstfullmoon]

Gabrielle Calvocoressi, “No Poems Today,” in The New Economy

[annori]

Barbara Kingsolver from Demon Copperhead (2022)

[polymorphousculturevulture]

Anirudh Acharya

[firstfullmoon]

Jean Cocteau, in a letter to Jean Marais, September 9, 1939

[I am the happiest man in the world. Is there such a thing as happy people? As for us, not even the apocalypse can separate us. It is a great mystery. The day after that terrible date, I felt an astounding calm; it was the tremendous certainty of your heart and mine traveling and intertwining like waves. These were the waves of our love mingling and singing in the silence. Glory is nothing compared to love. Our glory is lov[ing] one another. “I am happy to love you”... This little phrase of yours is worth risking it all. Because of it, I can accept this tragedy and this darkness we are going through. I pity those who remain indifferent for they do not love with all their might.]