DisastrousThoughts

[tara-the-star]

containment BREACHED! read my poetry

[apoemaday]

Adult Grief

by Louise Glück

Because you were foolish enough to love one place, now you are homeless, an orphan in a succession of shelters. You did not prepare yourself sufficiently. Before your eyes, two people were becoming old; I could have told you two deaths were coming. There has never been a parent kept alive by a child's love.

Now, of course, it's too late -- you were trapped in the romance of fidelity. You kept going back, clinging to two people you hardly recognized after what they'd endured.

If once you could have saved yourself, now that time's past: you were obstinate, pathetically blind to change. Now you have nothing: for you, home is a cemetery. I've seen you press your face against the granite markers -- you are the lichen, trying to grow there. But you will not grow, you will not let yourself obliterate anything.

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

[metamorphesque]

"Unbecoming", Leonard Cohen

[maddieisnotreal]

motion sickness - phoebe bridgers // stone butch blues by leslie feinberg // quote by E.E. scott // dream girl by clementine von radics // my name (2021) // the asylum for wayward victorian girls by emilie autumn // quote by kristin chang // unknown // would’ve, could’ve, should’ve - taylor swift // if there’s a way out i’ll take it by lora mathis

[metamorphesque]

a quiet resignation. tathev simonyan

[feral-ballad]

Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Mary Magdalene”

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

[feral-ballad]

Zehra Naqvi, from The Knot of My Tongue: Poems and Prose; “Grocery Shopping”

[litsnaps]

[juneacademia]

When he touched her, he felt human in the way a glass teetered on the edge of a table —blinding when the sun scattered him, lovely when he slipped into unimaginable ruin.

— Immortal Dark, Tigest Girma