dearest, joe

for my tired little heart

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

[dearestjoe]

welcome back home

[schuylerpeck]

hi please know that if you did a hard thing today, I am hugging you so tight and if you did not do a hard thing today, I am also hugging you so tight. my love is there regardless, sorryy :)

[joytri]

I believe in poems as I do in haunted houses. We say, someone must have died here.

Rosa Alcacla

[kafk-a]

Julian K. Jarboe, ‘First Contact, Communion’ from Everyone on the Moon Is Essential Personnel

[jmgr]

Of connecting the dots

Probably the longest email I received from Pa, in response to an email sent to him by my clueless, whiny, too idealistic, feeling entitled fresh grad self back in 2008. Reading this again made me realize that my perspective on work has significantly changed since then. Work is both humbling and, for lack of a better word, dignifying (uplifting?). 

This is for fresh grads and not-so-fresh grads, and people who think that the grass is always greener on the other side (occasionally guilty of this) :)

Date: XX/XX/XXXX 9:26 PM    

Subject: Re: :(

dear aiks,

Keep reading

[feral-ballad]

Susan Abulhawa, from Against the Loveless World: A Novel

[Text ID: “I knew that, despite everything, I was loved. I was loved hard. At once and forever against the loveless world.”]

[dearestjoe]

we loved the broken-hearted :'D

[louisegluck]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

[dearestjoe]

i never thought these two words could be beautiful together

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Miranda July, The First Bad Man

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Finally, in a low whisper, he said, 'I think I might be a terrible person.' For a split second I believed him - I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder.

Then “I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.”

-Miranda July, The First Bad Man

[schuylerpeck]

“October was a blister on the bottom of your heel. We knew better. We should have. The leaves were heartache yellow and falling like stars to the sidewalk. We didn’t make the most of it. We stayed inside and curled up with our sorrows and watched every episode of Bob’s Burgers. While we slept, someone swept away the leaves. Someone took down the straw mazes and blessed the ghosts out of the haunted houses. They rattled skeleton bones against steel drums and called all of the bats out of the dark. October is the only excuse for being afraid right now. It’s all I have, and I didn’t use it right.”

— Schuyler Peck, When You Asked Me If I’m Scared (via schuylerpeck)

[dearestjoe]

we knew better but we still didn't make the most out of it.

[flowerytale]

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mary Bowles

[dearinnerthoughts]

[dearestjoe]

oh

[ladycordis-deactivated20240208]

I did the best I could with the amount of time, energy, and knowledge I had in the moment. I am a part of nature; like crashing waves or seasonal fruit trees, I will not be perfectly consistent. I am not failing or falling behind, it makes sense why it didn’t work out. I didn’t have the resources or people that I needed to complete that thing successfully. I will find them. It is everyone’s first time living and we are all learning how to navigate it together. I forgive it all.

[dearestjoe]

it's everyone's first time living, i forgive it all

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Charles Bukowski, from “Love is a Dog from Hell.”

[dearestjoe]

feed without getting fed

[peachyyykat]

kaveh akbar, 'calling a wolf a wolf' // doc luben, 'love letters or suicide notes' // @/nutnoce, tumblr // 'my body's made of crushed little stars', mitski // @/ojibwa, tumblr // 'spring', mary oliver

[dearestjoe]

im sorry, this might be me already at my best ???!!!! 🫠✋✋✋ GIVE ME A BREAK

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Quotes by : Alain de Botton from Essays in Love/ excerpted from Eden Robinson's "Writing Prompts for the Broken-Hearted, in Brick Literary Journal}

[dearestjoe]

stripped of everything

[metamorphesque]

― James Baldwin, Just Above My Head