[sailermoon]

having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved

[kosmogrl]

won’t you celebrate with me by Lucille Clifton

[luminote]

The poet exists in fragments, so does the poetry.

[audible-smiles]

the worst part of summer is that people get sooo comfortable expressing their disgust at having to see other people’s bodies. they’re always complaining about wrinkly old men at the nude hot springs or fat women in bikinis at the beach. I hate that shit. if you’re not capable of being normal about bodies you personally don’t find attractive, just turn your head to look at something else! and if you’re not smart enough to do that, then at least do the rest of us the courtesy of suffering in silence, because we don’t wanna hear your weird comments. thanks.

[remanence-of-love]

[there-is-still-some-liquor-left]

a body count not as in homicide nor as in sexuality but as in the trail of people from my childhood and adolescence i should’ve been a better friend to and taken better care of but i was too busy being caught up in my own heartache to recognize their own and therefore our relationship tapered off in an extremely unsatisfying way that continuously manifests itself as a thrumming sense of grief in my chest. anyway which restaurant chains have the best free pre-meal bread?

[remanence-of-love]

[kosmogrl]

it will get better. but it will also get worse, and then it will get better again. and that’s how it will be forever and it’s okay

[mournfulroses]

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1912, featured in Letters To Felice

[deathgasmic]

half avoidant on my father's side

[vampzip]

half anxious on my mother’s side

[remanence-of-love]

[mournfulroses]

Nazim Hikmet, from a poem titled "Untitled," featured in Nightingales and Pleasure Gardens: Turkish Love Poems

[nixscriptum]

less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ఌ )

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman written c. 1951, featured in The Collected Letters

[mournfulroses]

Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems of Julia de Burgos; "Sidereal Colloquy,"

[sansyouareheretoo]

Atleast we look at the same moon🌙✨

[asmrgaret]

it’s weird that professional letters are supposed to start with “dear.” i don’t even call my mom that

[asmrgaret]

my darling hiring manager. my springtime rose. if hired i will bring a strong work ethic to this position