I trust this sweet May morning
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to C.H. Clark, wr. c. May 1883
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I trust this sweet May morning
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to C.H. Clark, wr. c. May 1883
clocking in to my shift at the yearning factory
Can you play with my hair until I fall asleep?
p l e a s e
I want to sit on a rooftop at midnight with someone who gets the silence.
girls be like “goodnight” then go masturbate
“Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.”
— Richard Siken, from “Snow and Dirty Rain” in Crush (via 89words)
women in GLAM (Galleries, Libraries, Archives and Museums)
“I waited too long for you. I will devour you, love you into flame,…”
— H.D., from Collected Poems: 1912-1944; “A Dead Priestess Speaks,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
I pressed my hips into yours like I was begging and maybe I was. But I’d never beg for mercy. Only more.
“I didn’t know how wild I could be until you touched me. / I didn’t know coming could be an act of survival too.”
— — Koleka Putuma, from “Coming Home,” Collective Amnesia
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