don't fucking text him

I'm a princess! No wait, I'm a badass bitch. No, I'm a fairy in pastels. Actually I'm a femme fatale in leather. No, actually I'm....

[lifeinpoetry]

I wanted to be loved more than I wanted to be alive. For so long

I thought not to be loved is good but to be loved is to be good.

All those years, convinced — surely I must be bad, the way you keep punishing me.

— Leila Chatti, from “Faulty,” published in Prairie Schooner

[lifeinpoetry]

if silence is all he offers, then I am thirsty for his silence.

Chloe Honum, from “Stopping at a Gas Station on the Third Day of Driving Across the Country” published in Blackbird (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

Missing is cavernous it wants and never wanes          it dines on you alive

— Legacy Russell, from “post-truth / new year’s song” published in Berfrois

[plumgall]

The sexiest thing about me?

Everything hurts my feelings

[benzodiazeprincess]

the idea of being w/ u was like

the idea of the ocean & the moon making out

i.e. something that would probably, definitely kill me

“my life is full of what’s not here” | Oscar d'Artois

[borderdiazeline]

I wish sometimes I could remind people that what I have is a real thing that really kills people, 10% of people who have it

[borderdiazeline]

friend: hey, how are you?

me, cheerfully: dead inside!

[borderdiazeline]

me: i'm a private, secretive, mysterious person

me: tells everyone about my childhood trauma after 5 minutes

[borderdiazeline]

he is a way of being on fire

[lifeinpoetry]

I wake / aching, how I’ve longed for touch / for so much of my bodied time.

Ada Limón, from “Full Gallop,” published in TYPO (no. 28)

[lifeinpoetry]

All that’s left to do is give up fear lol  good luck Reaching for my own death inside me

Precious Okoyomon, from “someone somewhere is getting off on all this death,” published in New York Tyrant (via lifeinpoetry)

[metaphorformetaphor]

She is so young and at the same time like a dead person. She knows this.

Marguerite Duras, from Yann Andréa Steiner ( Archipelago Books, 2006)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I love you, I want you, it’s burning hell without you.

Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Caitlyn Thomas written c. May 1953 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[an-actual-real-live-eevee]

me: does a dumb thing

dumb thing: has consequences

me:

[bpdvoid]

when you wanna do something self destructive but your lack of energy prevents it: mental health equilibrium

[opheliabpd]

someone: so what was your childhood like?

me: oh, you mean my tragic backstory?

[bpdpeter]

someone: so how are you?

me: *tries to recall the 734 feelings i’ve cycled through that day* uh