agonistes

[stay-close]

I understand your grief; even time does not always heal this kind of pain.

— Frédéric Chopin, from a letter to Auguste Franchomme wr. c. August 1848

[fairydrowning]

"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break."

-Marya Hornbacher, Wasted

[typewriter-worries]

let me be lonely, but not invisible

Sleazenation | The Perks of Being a Wallflower | Sorrowing Old Man (At Eternity’s Gate), Vincent van Gogh | kissmemiyake | Oil Study, Liza Sivakova | Honey Girl, Morgan Rogers

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Theories about the universe”

[Text ID: “When I want something / with my whole being, and the universe withholds it / from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself, / Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, / but she does not understand how it will hurt.”]

[fairydrowning]

-Amy M. Homes, "This Book Will Save Your Life"

[TEXT ID: "I don't know anything anymore. Is that normal? Is it normal to notice the enormity of everything and just go blank?" END ID]

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Eat”

[Text ID: “I am trying to stop doing / things that don’t make any sense. Body, / forgive me. I am trying. I am trying. I am still trying.]

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

[typewriter-worries]

All About Love, bell hooks | Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken

[metamorphesque]

 — Road Music, Richard Siken

[text ID: There should be /  just one safe place / in the world, I mean this world. People get hurt here. / People fall down and stay down]

[metamorphesque]

  ― Pablo Neruda, One Hundred Love Sonnets

[text ID: I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, / in secret, between the shadow and the soul.]

[malinaa]

“God, if you’re a thing with ears: please, please.”

— The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo (via wellconstructedsentences)

[shisasan]

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[darkfaevulpix]

“it’s very quiet and I feel like I have a spear rammed into the center of my gut.”

— Charles Bukowski, from Love Is A Dog From Hell (via violentwavesofemotion)

[h-o-r-n-g-r-y]

“I am always in too many worlds,”

— Ada Limón, Carrying: Poems; “Sometimes I Think My Body Leaves a Shape in the Air”

[weltenwellen]

E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962

[quotespile]

“I really like things I don’t understand: when I read a thing I don’t understand I feel a sweet and abysmal vertigo.”

— Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

[unbotheredmuse]

megan thee stallion