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The silvery tears of April? Youth of May? Or June that breathes out life for butterflies?
John Keats, from Complete Poems; "To the Ladies Who Saw Me Crowned"
they should invent a life that is liveable and a sleep that comes easy and a winter that doesn't feel like decay and a spring that doesn't feel like the past and a head that doesn't hurt and a heart that doesn't sit in your chest like a rock and a body that doesn't hate you and a hometown that doesn't make you lose your mind and a university that won't kill you they should invent a me that is normal I think that would be really neat. ok good night I love you
“I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.”
— Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro. (via wordsnquotes)
i looooove characters who are sacrificial lamb coded. characters who have never lived for themselves. characters born to be a tool, a weapon, a sacrifice, all of the above. a character raised by the heroes to save the world, at any expense, even their own health, even their own life. a character raised by the villains to end the world, at any expense, even their own health, even their own life. characters who are denied personhood so they can be used as tools instead. characters who never even had a chance to be people because they were shaped into something else from the moment they were born. characters who were born to die.
if i got stigmata i would not devote my life to god and simply carry on as usual. so what there’s holes in my wrists. it’s a tuesday.
Terrified
u know seeing regulars on my notifs makes me happy it's like i run a cafe and there's regular customers who stop by 😭
Frank Bidart, from ‘The Third Hour of the Night’
Happy new chapter everyone 🥲
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Dr. Susan "Sue" Richards (née Storm), a.k.a the Invisible Woman, is an American super-powered adventurer. She was a college student before she was exposed to high levels of cosmic radiation when boyfriend and scientist, Dr. Reed Richards, took her with her younger brother, Johnny Storm and pilot Ben Grimm, into space in the stolen rocket Marvel-1. The radiation mutated her and her friends, turning her invisible and allowing her to create forcefields. Together they became the Fantastic Four, a team of adventurers who explored space, time, and alternate dimensions and saved the world along the way from science-based threats. (Zuhair Murad Fall 2022 Haute Couture Collection)
This story is about sex. But not how you assume it is. Words load themselves like a gun. I say gag, you are already imagining the scent of sweat, the sound of one body choking on another. Instead I mean the desperate of one body to empty itself into change. Instead I mean ketosis, acid stained teeth. The words do all the work for me. Reframe the story so it tells itself, before I even open my mouth.
— torrin a. greathouse, from “Discovering My Gag Reflex, an Absence,” Wound from the Mouth of a Wound
the moon will not
save me the rain will not
save me, save
a thin shill of skin-silt,
for what i lock up or
down does not live long enough to
be the prophetic thin thing
Sax holds as worth
praising, worth
phrasing still
— Faye Chevalier, from “the moon won’t save you,” after “Psychotherapy” by sam sax, published in Peach
Clarice Lispector, from Água Viva
gay lawyers man. crazy
cant believe im posting kuro in the year of our lord 2024 but this meme came to me in a vision
Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton; “Hansel and Gretel,”