The poets say “love” like it’s synonymous with “tender” – I don’t know how to want like that anymore.
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The poets say “love” like it’s synonymous with “tender” – I don’t know how to want like that anymore.
Trista Mateer, Wanting Her (via violetline)
I am always moving toward you. On my bad days, I say to myself: “then you.” Sure, this now. But then you.
from “Laugh Lines” in The Dogs I Have Kissed by Trista Mateer (via resistandfight)
How long has it been since someone touched part of you other than your body?
Laurel Hoodwrit (via wordsnquotes)
Why couldn’t people’s insides match their outsides? The world would be such a wonderful place if the nicer someone was, the more beautiful they became.
Jay Bell, Something Like Summer (via wordsnquotes)
None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.
Jane Austen, Persuasion (via wordsnquotes)
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope…I have loved none but you.
Jane Austen, Persuasion (via wordsnquotes)
Appreciate your girl’s lingerie before taking it off.
i deadass lost interest in everything. im just cruising on autopilot rn
This feigning to be asleep when wide awake is all the loneliness I shall ever achieve.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Poems; “Tavern,” (via 7-weeks)
if there is a light then i am going to swallow it. if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry.
s. osborn, from “blasphemies at the 5th street station,” published in The Rising Phoenix Review (via 7-weeks)
Blood from the belly tastes sweeter than blood from anywhere else. We know this but don’t know why—
— Kaveh Akbar, from “Soot,” Calling a Wolf a Wolf
From Lover, in 9 Parts by Yves Olade
I’m currently working on an (as of yet untitled) manuscript & I’ll be posting little excerpts of it as I go. Alternatively, you can follow me on Twitter and essentially read the whole thing as its written. I’m really looking forward to sharing this project with you all! 💖
I love her on the border of sainthood / & sinner, her mouth the way burning happens.
Topaz Winters, from “Trigger,” published in Glass: A Journal of Poetry (via 7-weeks)
You don’t get to die and be reborn the same. You come back, but you come back wrong. This is the price you pay for resurrection.
Nathaniel Orion G. K. (via 7-weeks)
I will place my hand in that flame and feel nothing. I will ask nobody’s forgiveness again.
Franz Wright, from God’s Silence: Poems; “Reparations,” (via 7-weeks)