Tell Me Something...

[quotespile]

If you’re in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via words-and-coffee)

[derangedrhythms]

Natalie Haynes, from 'Stone Blind'

[winter-tospring]

Ultimately, cynicism is the great mask of the disappointed and betrayed heart.

- bell hooks, All About Love

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There has to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me.”

— Lora Mathis, If There's A Way Out I'll Take It

[girlnoveau]

What’s the anidote for these boiling winters? For the heart’s heavy skulking? I don’t blame the ocean for gorging on flotsam, or eating people alive.

Sally Wen Mao, Oculus

[havingapoemwithyou]

[i want to go back] by Gregory Orr

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Kristina Haynes, from “Reassurances To Hades.”

[weusedtobegiants]

Defeat is only a phase for me. I must conquer, live. Forgive me for the suffering I inflict on you. At least it will never be useless suffering.

Anaïs Nin, from The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932

[luthienne]

Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "Mythology"

[covertrook]

God is circling like a vulture.

- Eduardo C. Corral

[eastofthesunwestofthemoon]

“Well, the Gothic can be conducive to suppressed voices emerging, like in a haunted house. At its core, the Gothic drama is fundamentally about voiceless things—the dead, the past, the marginalized—gaining voices that cannot be ignored.”

— Carmen Maria Machado, interviewed by Theodore McCombs for Electric Literature (x)

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from “Cranes, Mafiosos, and a Polaroid Camera”, Postcolonial Love Poem

[geryone]

The Cow, Ariana Reines

[metamorphesque]

— Tathève Simonyan

[text ID: I am not a poet and this is not a poem. This is me unashamedly bleeding in the face of words for my blood is the only part of me that still keeps the breath of its momentum alive.]

[mournfulroses]

Vladimir Mayakovsky, from The Bedbug [A Play] & Selected Poetry; "A Cloud in Trousers,"

[collectedthoughts-collectedwords]

"I have nothing left to give you except my whole life." — Christina Strigas

[thehopefulquotes]

“There is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of crippling hurt. It is a duty to take this risk, to love and feel without defense or reserve.”

— William S. Burroughs