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[tofuvi]

‘But I cannot carry the moon on my own,’ said the girl.

[emptyg1rl]

me (not caffeinated): anxious

me (caffeinated): anxious, but faster

[okashiras]

sexiest man alive?????? sasuke uchiha????

[kirakurapon]

Providing you nothing but quality content

[lifeinpoetry]

absence is a presence. absence is a violence.

Erin Taylor, from “1965 and every year after,” published in Hobart (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

it’s been this year for far too long

Katie Burke, from “In Conditions of Insufficient Light,” The Ocean Is Bigger Than Anyone Who Has Ever Hurt You (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

What’s it like to want something that frantically? What’s it like? I’ve forgotten.

Hannah Gramson, from “July 1997,” Naturally, Disaster (via lifeinpoetry)

[savitris]

Stories by Rabindranath Tagore // Chokher Bali

[lifeinpoetry]

You’re nothing / but the burnt edge of an unfinished history.

William Brewer, from “Appalachia, Your Genesis,” I Know Your Kind (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

My body is the patron saint of want.

— Lauren Milici, from “Invocation to St. Ashley,” published in OCCULUM

[lifeinpoetry]

this lonely attracts men to my ankles, the way the drip of a mango causes fire ants to find their teeth.

Hílda Davis, “Sweet Thing,” published in The Offing (via lifeinpoetry)

[ghibli-collector]

The Art Of Madame Gina’s Private Flower Garden 

“But the answer’s no, because I already have a bet going here. I bet myself that if a certain man ever comes to visit when I’m in my garden, we’ll fall in love. But the fool only comes to the restaurant at night.  He never emerges in the daylight. Stupid… He left without landing. I lost the bet again.” - Madame Gina (Porco Rosso - Hayao Miyazaki 1992)

[lifeinpoetry]

Reunion means / go tremble where you first felt helpless.

William Brewer, from “Today I Took You to Our Oxyana High School Reunion,” I Know Your Kind (via lifeinpoetry)

[michigatita]

This poem broke my heart

[lifeinpoetry]

The way you hurt me goes by many names. Sometimes, breathing.

Lauren Yates, from “After My College Votes Me a Member of the Culturally Elite,” published in Crab Fat (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

the way some wild animals / eat their own children / reminds me of ritual / of knowing that a housefire / is on the other end / of this phone call / and picking up anyway

Kristin Chang, from “Exorcism,” published in Cosmonauts Avenue (via lifeinpoetry)

[pigmenting]

And I loved him          as I eventually came to                       love all artifacts of violence done to me.

– Leila Chatti, from “Liriope” published in Waxwing