― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea
[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]
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― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea
[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]
why be happy when you could be normal?, jeanette winterson // later: my life at the edge of the world, paul lisicky // untitled, abigail disney // the icarus girl, helen oyeyemi // in which i prefer to blast frank while the door is closed, hazem fahmy // indian killer, sherman alexie // the invention of solitude, paul auster // vesuvius, amber sparks // i threw an effigy-burning bonfire for my female rage, ash sanders // the brief wondrous life of oscar wao, junot díaz.
(Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters)
maybe you were put on this earth to be tender and loving during a time when you are expected to be cruel and calloused
some of you are so fucking miserable get well soon
“He is constructing a god out of my body and I do not stop him. This will make a ghost of him and me. But tonight he needs an altar and I’m not here to be brave.”
— Dream Girl, Clementine von Radics
“I realize that sex is ecstatic, it really is.. it feels delicious doesn’t it? I mean, who wouldn’t like to have it all the time? But to me, I don’t enjoy just having it with anybody and everybody.. it’s not just about release to me. It’s an intimate connection that I am sharing with another human being.. and if I’m not attracted to that human being on an emotional level, then the pleasure isn’t just all that great to me. It’s like going to the gym and running 1000 miles in a short amount of time.. getting all sweaty, and for what? Two seconds of pleasure and then that returning hollow emptiness? Nah, I like to be fulfilled completely in and out of the bedroom.. so I’ll wait for that special person to come along where I can have better sex than you ever had every time I have sex. There’s no need to go through life using people like tampons when you can have a baby with the right one, and the bleeding stops inside.. imagine having that your whole life. It’s a beautiful thought having sex with the right one, cause having sex with the wrong ones just isn’t worth it. Sex ain’t that good until it’s right.”
Sex broken down - Eue
Oh, the heart it hides such unimaginable things
aphrodite made me do it, trista mateer
“It is enough, Kafka said, that the arrow fit perfectly into the wound that it makes. I think about my body in love,”
— Linda Gregg, from “The Precision,” featured in When She Named Fire: An Anthology
"But if I couldn't get love..." she said, "...please let me have peace, instead."
I should stop running in circles // ma.c.a
“I’m trying to carve out what is left of me that’s human; become something more, become something holy.”
— thoughts #395 | r.m
“My love is for the ocean. My love is fixed entirely on the sea.”
— Attar of Nishapur, from “The Conference of the Birds,” or. publ. c. 1177
“Like a collapsed star, a teaspoon of you weighed a thousand tons. For the rest of my life I’m going to be looking towards the door waiting for you to walk in.” – David Bar Katz on Philip Seymour Hoffman
Michael Cunningham, from “The Hours,” originally published c. 1998
Michael Cunningham, from “The Hours,” originally published c. 1998
Pedro Salinas, ‘Imminence’, Seguro Azar / Certain Chance: Poems (versions trans. David Lee Garrison)