[cursedmetaphor]

nobody can disappoint me more than myself.

[metamorphesque]

“I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.”

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947

[cursedmetaphor]

I was always ashamed to stay. So I left. I kept leaving until there was nowhere to stay.

[weltenwellen]

A Conversation with Richard Siken by Thomas Hobohm

[weltenwellen]

A Conversation with Richard Siken by Thomas Hobohm

[flowerytale]

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters

[llovelymoonn]

my home isn't my home anymore, something's gone wrong along the way

noor hindi dear god. dear bones. dear yellow.: "pledging alliegance" (via @feral-ballad) \\ andrew collins \\ athena nassar, from love is not always song, but the swelling (via @weltenwellen) \\ @holly-warbs \\ yanyi dream of the divided field: poems: "the friend” (via @dactylicreveries) \\ bartosz beda silent interior ii

kofi

[weltenwellen]

May Sarton, "Of Grief", Selected Poems

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Anne Carson, from “Autobiography of Red.”

[feral-ballad]

Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field: Poems; “The Friend”

[Text ID: “stop fighting, but I am not / fighting. I am noticing / where I don’t exist. / I should leave.”]

[metamorphesque]

— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things: A Novel

[luthienne]

Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "Mythology"

[metamorphesque]

Leila Chatti, “Tea”

[cursedmetaphor]

five times a day, i lit a cigarette.

[anemoneflowers]

I photographed two unknown souls under a beautiful tree.

Moments of everyday life <3

[cache-e]

“To be silent, to keep myself absolutely hidden, nothing else.”

Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Frau Hanna Wolff c. January 1915

[gloosoli]

Starry Night Over the Rhone, Vincent van Gogh.

[lostfunzones]

Meshes of the Afternoon , Maya Deren, 1943.

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from "Into the Breach", Night Sky with Exit Wounds