Louise Glück, from “Blue Rotunda”, Averno

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trying on a metaphor
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Misplaced Lens Cap
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The Stonewall Inn
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Louise Glück, from “Blue Rotunda”, Averno
“spear” elizabeth acevedo // “atonement” dir. joe wright // “go home” julien baker
Or maybe I’m just taking any opportunity to make myself feel bad for surviving.
I feel like I'm cheating on my gender exam.
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Ruth Stone, from “Speaking to My Dead Mother”, What Love Comes to: New & Selected Poems
I'm scared that I'll cave again, one day, maybe soon, maybe not. And you'll be gone, and you will be right to, because this is a decision that I make, knowing how you feel about it. It only feels like a matter of time, and I wish it didn't. I don't think I can stay in this life forever.
And it's only been a year.
If Sollux is dead I'm going over there. If Sollux is dead something is gonna explode, and it ain't gonna be me.
Anis Mojgani, In the Pockets of Small Gods
Albert Camus, from a notebook entry featured in Notebooks (1951-1959)
I was so tired of being alone, but I was always alone, even with people around me. And I was so tired of being surrounded, but I was always surrounded, even when I was by myself.
Maggie Stiefvater (via quotemadness)
Anything that touches.
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,” Citizen Illegal
Lucky to have a small circle of friends who understand, or at the very least try to understand the intricacies of being Dirk while not being Dirk.
Thinking about how he didn’t acknowledge me being Dirk until it was about things I (admittedly) did wrong when I was 13.
get okay with being some level of burden on others, seriously
you know what’s a real burden? a person that is so scared of leaning on other people that they try to be completely self sufficient and you end up either having to help them indirectly to save their ego or they have to break down in order to receive help, both of which are so much more heavy to the person that loves them than just being leaned on casually