athena

"Vivere omnia dies quasi capta esset ab mortem."

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natasha trethewey

[fatimaamerbilal]

fatima aamer bilal, from sweet saturn. sweeter titan. // the heart beats for two.

[text id: i don’t know how to talk about love without talking about violence. // i wasn't there, but whenever i imagine us parting breaths

(not ways. breaths.)

i see you

covered in burns of longing.

my heart has claws.

i'm sorry. // how can i not love you violently when all i have ever known is / violence in the name of love? // there were days when i wanted you to feel the warmth of a home so badly that if you had asked me to burn my bones to ashes to build a fire for you i would have.]

[ivynightshade]

i sent my muse off to a war with his mind, and he never came back.

[claire c. holland, from jess: black christmas (1974), i am not your final girl / fatima aamer bilal, from my heart has claws / lianyu tan, from the wicked and the willing / anaïs nin / fatima aamer bilal, from all that is damaging / title, from my heart has claws / paintings by jeffrey t. larson]

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[arthoeacademia]

“on the train we swapped seats, you wanted the window and i wanted to look at you”

Mahmoud Darwish

[night-thief]

I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.

- Hunter S. Thompson

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

All time ever does is pass All i ever do is remember

{QuotesJohn Steinbeck/jenny slate/Edna St. Vincent Millay, in Letters (1952)/Anna ahkmotava/Warsan Shire, from “Home”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head/ patrick gale/ me / sue zhoe// paintings: uk/ yasuda takuya/ holly Warburton}

[ivynightshade]

her garden yearns more for visitors than water.

[fatima aamer bilal, from my heart has claws // cody rocko // margaret atwood, from speeches for dr. frankenstein // cody rocko // @metamorphesque // jonathan safran foer // ruth katz crispin, from memory in my hands: the love poetry of pedro salinas; "the voice i owe to you" // fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don't want me // don synder // fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky]

[fairydrowning]

I may look fine but deep down I wanna discover a hidden staircase in a library.

[metamorphesque]

— Dear [ ], Nick Lantz (bio)

[text ID: I hid your name in a poem. / I hid your name in my mouth. / I hid your name in plain sight.]

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

The gaps between the sunlight haunts me with your absence .

[metamorphesque]

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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— Antonio Porchia, from “Voices.”

[filthyprotozoan]

a venn diagram of love vs. grief

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

[metamorphesque]

musings on may

Franz Kafka Diaries, 1914-1923 | Felix Vallotton, The Dordogne with Carrenac (1925) | Vera Brittain, “Because You Died: Poetry and Prose of the First World War and After” | Jin Xingye | Haruki Murakami, "Norwegian Wood" | Jin Xingye

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[firstfullmoon]

Chelsea DesAutels, “Maybe You Need to Write A Poem About Mercy,” in A Dangerous Place

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- Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle