[omtai]

this summer we WALK IN A RANDOM DIRECTION and NEVER STOP

[achillesinhighheels]

[kosmogrl]

[alwaysiambic]

Judi Dench and Ian McKellen in Macbeth (1976)

[emilydb]

[calvinanddune]

The mind commands the body and it obeys. The mind commands itself and meets resistance.

[metamorphesque]

poems to read while having breakfast at the heartbreak hotel

I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief (Sonnet II) by Edna St. Vincent Millay 

I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale

[you fit into me] by Margaret Atwood

You by Carol Ann Duffy

Be Near Me by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Blessed be the spectacle by Lev St. Valentine

You Are Tired (I Think) by E.E. Cummings

Hope you're well. Please don't read this by Lev St. Valentine

To Say Dark Things by Ingeborg Bachmann

Lilichka by Vladimir Mayakovski

Love and Hate by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal

Sanctuary by Jean Valentine

the winter sun says fight by Peter Gizzi

The More Loving One by W. H. Auden

A Primer For The Small Weird Loves by Richard Siken

Dirty Valentine by Richard Siken

Morning by Frank O Hara

We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye by Anna Akhmatova

You'll Live, But I'll Not… by Anna Akhmatova

from “An Attempt at Jealousy” by Marina Tsvetaeva

The Last Toast by Anna Akhmatova

In Dream by Anna Akhmatova

Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath

Talking In Bed by Philip Larkin

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W.B. Yeats

La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats

[reanimatedjuniper]

girl who's died a thousand times and soon will die a thousand more: I think I'm starting to feel a bit better actually

[geryone]

Goatsong, Leila Chatti

[anxeious]

[meowmeowhissss]

My interpretation of what the Abbott crew would post on insta

[yuqqy]

TWENTY OVER LIMIT, 2023, handwoven by Alexandra Jean Auger

24″ x 19.5″ acrylic and wool yarns on cotton warp 

[milquetoast-zeitgeist]

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “Before”, Instructions for Traveling West

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID:

Soon, you'll rise from a bed you won't make. You'll go downstairs. Cut potatoes into cubes, crack eggs, reach for salt. Next comes rain and work calls. The hot engine of day begins.

But for now, shadows are still pressed thick against the window. Morning is here but hasn't been announced. Grief has yet to spot you, though you hear her hunting. No one, yet, has spoiled the dark by singing. The air outside too cold, even for birds.

[general-cyno]

Pull me in, hold me tight Don’t let go, baby give me light

[catullus101]

Christopher Bursk, Ovid at Fifteen, 2003

[boykeats]

[ID: poem text reading,

“Ganymede? Hyacinth? How does a boy explain to his teammates he longs to be so dazzling a god couldn’t resist him? How does he tell his coach he’d like to be ethereal, a gold-fringed bird with no obligations except to wake the world?”

/end ID]

[heavensghost]

I picture it soft and I ache!