Ezra 🂽

♋︎ ♏︎ ♋︎・✭・Intj a region of chaos and moonlight

[thepunkpanther]

evermore part i // tracks 1-8

[angelnumbers]

this was always going to happen.

matthew stover, david levithan, margarita karapanou, aeschylus, karese burrows, richard siken

[catchymemes]

[podencos]

Oh wait one last thing before I go… I was born w a hopeful heart which is I think why I never really lost my childlike wonder… so even when the world is a hard and harrowing place that leaves me wallowing at its feet I’ve still got this hearty, inspirited lust for life that encourages me to pull myself from the hole I will inevitably fall into and fall into and fall into but every time crawl back out of soon as I see all those stars in what I forgot isn’t an endless black sky

[nicholasmillergf]

they should invent another version of this very old story where no one has to leave first

[greelin]

honey we are ALL doomed by the narrative.. it’s not that serious. have some fun with it

[funnytwittertweets]

[dogrotpdf]

can you do one about feeling lost/like you don’t know what your own identity is?

I THINK I'VE LOST MYSELF SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY

emilie möri / angels in america / poietike / mahmoud darwish / fernando pessoa / emily dickinson / fernando pessoa / francine pascal / darker than erebus / alex dimitrov / clarice lispector

[keremelcream]

academic rivals who use their last names to refer to each other will always be supreme

[archerstale]

god when is my turn

[mirroredroads]

we still have the moon.

Enomoto Seifu-Jo, tr. by Kenneth Rexroth, from Written on the Sky; Poems from the Japanese / Tomoharu Okamura SUI-GETSU Japanese paper, Metallic foil, Mineral pigments, Pigment 2017 / Emily Skaja, from Brute: Poems; “No, I do not want to connect with you on Linkedin” / Still falls the rain, Daichi Takagi / Adonis, ‘Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea’ / Winter night in the Netherlands -  Stefan  Bleekrode , 2018. / e.e. cummings, from “the moon looked into my window” (excerpt from Is 5), Complete Poems: 1904-1962 / Golden House Nocturne   -  Christopher Burk / The Door, Margaret Atwood / Lois Dodd, New Moon Through the Trees. 2015 /

[archerstale]

[metamorphesque]

— The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac, Mary Oliver

[text ID: The question is, / what will it be like / after the last day? / Will I float / into the sky / or will I fray / within the earth or a river— / remembering nothing?]

[daugterofliterature]

Let's raise our glasses to the incompetence of our enemies

[metamorphesque]

why do all the words sound heavier in my native language? scratch that. why did I choose to seek refuge in a language of another instead of training my tongue to bear the heaviness of my own?

[literaturecravings]

—Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami.

[firstfullmoon]

Linda Gregg, from “I Thought on His Desire for Three Days” [ID in alt text]

[0thello]

“But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get at.”

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1961).