i tick like a bomb

[boykeats]

The gaze, human or animal, is a powerful thing. When we look at something, we decide to fill our entire existence, however briefly, with that very thing. To fill your whole world with a person, if only for a few seconds, is a potent act. And it can be a dangerous one. Sometimes we are not seen enough, and other times we are seen too thoroughly, we can be exposed, seen through, even devoured. Hunters examine their prey obsessively in order to kill it. The line between desire and elimination, to me, can be so small. But that is who we are. There must be some beauty—and if not beauty, meaning—in that brutal power.

Poet and novelist Ocean Vuong, from "Survival as a Creative Force: An Interview with Ocean Vuong," in The Paris Review

[honeysbun]

[2021-archive]

“I think some souls have a way of connecting without our knowledge. That’s why you can meet someone for the first time, but inside you just know. You know it is not the first time you’ve felt them.”

— (via leohearts)

[borderlineprince]

[this-tea-tastes-like-sleep]

This. This. This.

This makes my heart burn.

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Never have I dealt with anything as difficult as my own soul.”

— Imam Al-Ghazali

[stckwll]

Excerpt from ”Thank You” by Trista Mateer, in Honeybee

[weaksorry]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Friederike Mayröcker, tr. by Beth Bjorklund, from Tod Durch Musen; “Ostia will Receive You,”

[theclassicsreader]

“How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?”

— Richard Siken, from “Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“…the ability to bloom in sweet pain.”

— Thomas Mann, tr. by Willard R. Trask, from “The Black Swan,” wr. c. 1954

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I have kisses for the back of your neck.”

— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems (1999); “Briar Rose,”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I live in blossoming days always and always.”

— Marya Zaturenska, from The Collected Poems; “A Girl’s Song,”

[anancientheart]

from Holy Things In This World by Emery Allen

[anancientheart]

“I was a girl. I was juniper or magnolia, all violet and rage.”

— Lorna Dee Cervantes, from ‘Before You Go’, Emplumada

[apocryphics]

When Anaïs Nin said “I don’t want worship. I want understanding.”

[heavensghost]

[buttonpoetry]

“I’m not going to tell you how to live your life, but maybe you should listen to your feet when they tell you to run the fuck away.”

— Neil Hilborn, from Our Numbered Days