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— LEY; 25+; ANY PRONOUNS TOO MANY ANGELS DYING NOW; I'M GONNA CHANGE YOUR MIND.

[infectiouspiss]

as above (insane in the head) so below (insane in the pussy)

[flowerytale]

Sharon Olds, from "Something Is Happening", One Secret Thing: Poems

[fatimaamerbilal]

fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.

[text id: august is wounded with longing.]

[stuckinapril]

”match my freak” match my melancholy. be nostalgic about a past you weren’t even that happy in. find something to be haunted about throughout every second of your day

[louderfade]

[hwanwooyoung]

an insane face card, actually

[zannadoodles]

does anyone else get really emotional when two people are very vocal about how they’re soulmates? because woosan make me feel like my heart is being ripped out :’)

[divinewrit]

crazy to finally realize when people simply do not care as much as you hoped they would and you just have to take the L and move on and hope it will be better next go around

[soracities]

Theodore Roethke, from "The Abyss", The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke [ID'd]

[aflawedfashion]

Flower | Ghosts 3x09

[weltenwellen]

Lori Gottlieb, Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: A Therapist, Her Therapist, and Our Lives Revealed

[shakespearesdaughters]

The Roses of Heliogabalus (detail), 1898, oil on canvas Lawrence Alma-Tadema

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

A rope was pulling him forward, a buried cable, and he was able to relax into it now only because he had spent his short lifetime doing up all the knots. Perhaps this is how the future works, he thought—nothing fated or inevitable but just these knots like fists that you could tighten or undo.

– Karen Russell, from “The Seagull Army Descends on Strong Beach, 1979” Vampires in the Lemon Grove and Other Stories (Vintage, 2014)

[weltenwellen]

Carl Phillips, “In a Field, at Sunset”, Then the War: And Selected Poems, 2007-2020

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

When I awoke, it was dark all around; the litter of grass smelt strongly and there was a touch of dampness about it; between the thin rafters of the half-open roof, pale stars flickered faintly. I went out. The sunset glow had died away long ago, and had left behind only the faintest pallor on the horizon; in the air, so glowing-hot not long before, there was still a sense of heat underneath the freshness of night, and the lungs still thirsted for a breath of cold. There was no wind, no cloud; the sky stood round, clear, darkly translucent, quietly shimmering with countless hardly-visible stars.

– Ivan Turgenev, from “The Singers,” A Sportsman’s Notebook (Everyman’s Library, 1992)

[weltenwellen]

Devin Kelly, from "Wishing I Was Looking Down at Baseball Diamonds from an Airplane Window”

[exitwound]

“you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves” i wish i were an animal with a hard shell