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aes/resource sideblog of deviym.

[untrustyou]

[lifeinpoetry]

The snow is beautiful and I want to die. Who could // refuse this softness?

Elizabeth Schmuhl, from “#24,” Premonitions (via lifeinpoetry)

[izyurfimenipaflanyant]

[adhd-idiot]

you’re okay.

this is the part where you relearn how to breathe. this is the part where you relearn how to walk on your own. this is the part where you learn to sleep with both eyes shut. this is the part where you open doors for yourself, where you learn to look in the mirror again, where you learn to drink from a glass without trembling.

you’re okay.

breathe.

[sasservirus]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am my own Muse.

Nikki Giovanni, from Bicycles: Love Poems; “The Joy of Love,”

[adrasteiax]

You, drowning between my arms— stay. You, pushing your body into the river only to be left with yourself— stay.

Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous in “Night Sky With Exit Wounds” (via adrasteiax)

[nemophilies-deactivated20190428]

If ever I lose my memory of you, walk beside me like a stag; like a bird heard, unseen

Anne Michaels, Correspondences (via nemophilies)

[especially]

[compulsive]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Etel Adnan, from “The Manifestations of the Voyage,” written c. October 1990

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Dorothy Livesay, from The Collected Poems; “Ballad of Me,” wr. c. July 1931

[dearestvita-deactivated20221122]

—gentle and indolent and melancholy—

Colette, from The Collected Stories of Colette, The Sémiramis Bar

[lovehigher]

too many stupid questions

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

It was December but it wasn’t December.

Gail Mazur, from Zeppo’s First Wife: New & Selected Poems; “In Houston,”

[danger]

Im Drowning in a World Where I Don't Know How to Swim by Jared Tyler

[haleyincarnate]

Quote by Sierra DeMulder (@sierrademulder)