[luthienne]

Frank O'Hara, from Selected Poems

[Text ID: it’s April / no May / it’s May // such little things have to be established in the morning]

[quotespile]

“Because in February the days were really getting longer and you could see it, if you really looked. You could see how at the end of each day the world seemed cracked open and the extra light made its way across the stark trees, and promised. It promised, that light, and what a thing that was.”

— Elizabeth Strout, Olive, Again

[leehallfae]

@/girlglimmer (x) // @/christmas-winter (x) // fireflies - suzanne siegel // “orange and blue” - sarah jarosz // beautiful night - momcilo simic // christmas eve - julia andreevna petrova // @/hunting-brother (x) // @/bluecapsicum (x) // suzanne siegel

[havingapoemwithyou]

Like snow by Wendell Berry

[grendel-menz]

I hope you know that it’s always this

[aemperatrix]

[shisasan]

December 1, 1928 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

[weltenwellen]

Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

[weltenwellen]

Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

[primulaceas]

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

[wingful]

a mary oliver quote that peeled me like a fruit

[stuckinapril]

You literally have to take this one wild and precious life and wrangle it into something that’s worth waking up every day for

[primulaceas]

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

[horrorcitos]

Brendon Burton

[velinxi]

A dance that never ends

[Prints available here]

[endless-unfolding]

“I want to meet no one; I want to say nothing; I want to go down and rest in the black earth of silence.”

— Robert Bly, from “Depression,” Eating the Honey of Words (HarperCollins, 1999)

[weltenwellen]

Emily Skaja, from “Thank You When I'm An Axe”, Brute