"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@blurrysunface
why would the sun even give us a chance if it knew we would shine brighter?
"all my secrets
live at midnight
everything
I keep from people
I tell it to the moon"
-r.h. sin
I loved you in the same way
A Polaroid develops into a memory
The moments were there,
Now just motions of the past.
I receive the longing touch of another
In brief moments between time
Ghosts to linger in my bed
My room a tomb of past lives led
You know how to love someone, but you don't know how to believe that someone loves you, and that is your tragedy.
Ouff…
“It’s been said that love finds you when you’re ready.”
— James Patterson
I am not meant for casual love. I was born for soul consuming love and obsession.
I can’t tell if we’ll kiss
But I know it’s gonna be a lot more than this
Something bout a backyard at last call
Dancing between your eyes
Talking about nothing real at all
Just an excuse to be a breath away
“I remember being ignored by everyone I cared about most, She remembered leaving those who actually stayed. She remembered trying to throw away her feelings, But I remember throwing them back. I remember finding out that pain killers don’t actually kill all the pain. She remembered pouring out the entire bottle in her hand, I remember trying to force them all down, She remembered throwing them all back up. I remember her mom asking her why she constantly felt sick, She remembered saying that she must’ve caught something at school. She remembered thinking that if she cut deep enough, All the pain would go away. I still remember the traces of blood that stained those bed sheets, She remembered making those scars, And thinking about how there wasn’t anything left to live for. I remember the tears that came, around the same time every night. She remembered wanting all the thoughts to leave already, I remember forgetting them all anyways. She remembered living after trying so many times to die, I remember the death only because i was the one who received it.”
— Our Memories (my poetry final piece)
“You were so shy with me But with her you aren’t. I only got some of your day She gets every waking second of it. I fell for you time and time again She only fell for you after I did. I was a knife in your heart She is the pain medication to fix your problem. I got your words She gets your actions. You told me that you loved me…. I don’t know if you’ve said that to her yet. Or even if you do love her. But you act like you do. And that knife, the knife that I was for you, She tore it out of your heart and stabbed it in my back. That’s what best friends are for right? They’re meant to take your whole life and make it their own right? I guess so. Because that’s all I’ve ever gotten. So. I guess you’re happy with her. Or it seems that way. And everyone rubs it in my face. That in the end, She got you. So tell her you love her Tell her that she deserves the world Tell her how beautiful she is and how no one else would ever compare. Because guess what.. I bet she doesn’t know that you said all those things to me once. I bet she doesn’t know that you wasted nights drinking because of the sad thought of me. I bet she doesn’t know about all the poems I’ve written about you. And I pray you don’t know about them either. I guess it’s meant to be this way. You get the girl, The girl got you, And all I got was a shit-load of jealousy and regret.”
— I need some serious help.
Yannis Ritsos, trans. by Kimon Friar, from a poem featured in "Erotica: Love Poems,"
Else Fitzgerald, from "Everything Feels Like the End of The World," publ. in 2022