dog teeth

you taught this dog to bite ⬙  my poetry ⬙

[dogteefh]

aninfinityofinfinities → dogteefh

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i get mean when i’m nervous like a bad dog

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poetry — art — aesthetics

twenty-two // she/her

this is a personal blog. though generally, relatively sfw, i am an adult, there may still be occasional mature [18+] themes. i occasionally use this space to vent, and as such may talk about or reblog distressing themes or content. i do my best to tag and filter what posts i can. blanket warning for occasional themes relating to blood, bruises, bodily harm, mental illness, death, abuse, trauma, violence, natural gore (animal death, carcass, etc.), etc.

if you’re here for my poetry, see the link in my bio

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your loyal losing dog

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03/24/22

[eliminated]

[liminalfireside]

[inkskinned]

it was always tomorrow. you'd be there tomorrow. you'd write me the poem. send me the song. show me the care and the comfort and the bright beating robinbreast of your desire. you'd open up and let me in and you'd find the time to listen. tomorrow, if i was patient and charming and kind and smart and perfect. tomorrow, maybe, i would finally deserve it.

[ortut]

Heather Kremen - Kneeling Man (cast glass), 2013

[inkskinned]

there's an end to the loneliness, right? it ends, eventually? and i'll be finally whole inside?

[blunder]

[luthienne]

Franz Wright, from Walking to Martha's Vineyard; “Circle Drawn in Water”

[Text ID: the absolute unsayableness / of the simplest thing in pain / the way it was, exactly / as it was]

[tearfulangel]

[heavensghost]

Do you feel wrong?

[lifeinpoetry]

you wake up the same dysphoric body you always are & kiss your wrists sweetly because no one else is here to do it & you ask god for her blessing, please, one day, here, to be loved & loving & unbodied & she is quiet like she always is

— Silas Melvin, from “A Valentine’s Day Spent Home, Alone,” Grit

[doujinshi]

[smokeyocity]

what bit you so long ago?

[soracities]

John Banville, The Sea 

[Text ID: “The past beats inside me like a second heart.”]

[traumatizeddfox]

02/08/22

[small-but-mightyy]

[outcastsuggestion]

im feeling so much all at once and i want it to stop