i love you i'm glad i exist

lucia / 19 / sometimes poet

[loverofmythology]

I hope all the assholes on the supreme court, except for the liberal ones, fucking drop dead.

They're gonna try and repeal Roe v Wade. I'm so fucking angry. This is ridiculous. Biden should have packed the court in the beginning. This makes me sick

[artandchocolate]

“Letters from Medea”- Salma Deera

[woundgallery]

Harry Holland, Lovers, 1982

[simena]

Nick Alm (detail)

[soracities]

Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, “On Writing On Your Own Terms”

[Text ID: “I’m writing to figure out the rhythm, can you hear that? Can you hear that beat? It’s language. Maybe I’m writing about dry skin, intestinal pain, desire that doesn’t quite feel like desire, a craving, seasonal affective disorder, the disaster of everyday alienation. Maybe I’m writing about loss. Maybe I’m writing so I don’t feel so much loss. Maybe I’m writing so I don’t feel so lost.“]

[metamorphesque]

  ― Pablo Neruda, One Hundred Love Sonnets

[text ID: I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, / in secret, between the shadow and the soul.]

[lunamonchtuna]

— Amal El-Mohtar, from This Is How You Lose the Time War (via lunamonchtuna)

[jiangwanyin]

— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)

[lifeinpoetry]

“My body is a drowning city.”

— — Jennifer Elise Foerster, from “Lost Coast,” Bright Raft in the Afterweather

[highassi]

the introverted urge to find 1 person you feel comfortable with and do literally everything with them

[morepeachyogurt]

if beale street could talk; james baldwin

[minervastudiess-deactivated2024]

Wednesday, April 6th

[minervastudiess-deactivated2024]

Wednesday, April 6th

[minervastudiess-deactivated2024]

Wednesday, April 6th

[nevver]

No particular place to go, Emmanuel Monzon

[newpsmoved]

[lifeinpoetry]

It’s April again. I want to leave it all.

Which isn’t fair. Neither am I.

— Colleen O’Connor, from “Spring Poem,” published in Pinwheel