[petaltexturedskies]

I trust this sweet May morning

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to C.H. Clark, wr. c. May 1883

[coral]

[twospiritstooprideful]

clocking in to my shift at the yearning factory

[guzgecesi]

[rosalieee]

Can you play with my hair until I fall asleep?

[stillerbass]

p l e a s e

[tooferaltobeheard]

I want to sit on a rooftop at midnight with someone who gets the silence.

[anlatfiruze]

[spooky-spyce-deactivated2022061]

girls be like “goodnight” then go masturbate

[dark--khaos]

“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)

[californiababylon]

[saintfelina]

women in GLAM (Galleries, Libraries, Archives and Museums)

[seaymph]

“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)

[iiumz]

[notfavghost]

I pressed my hips into yours like I was begging and maybe I was. But I’d never beg for mercy. Only more.

[89words]

“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

[vivisempreconilsorriso]

Books....

[aim-and-ignights]

Hey you wanna come over and dip bread into olive oil and balsamic vinegar and such?