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1. Just - Radiohead / 2. A Primer for the Small Weird Loves - Richard Siken / 3. The Hangover - Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec / 4. A House in Nebraska - Ethel Cain / 5. After the Misdeed - Jean Beraud / 6. Abject Permanence - Larissa Pham / 7. You Know I’m No Good - Amy Winehouse

quotefeeling

“I’d much rather have one great person to talk to every night than have several pointless conversations with temporary people.”

— Unknown

julyhighcry

to want and be wanted

georges bataille / emily palermo / olivia laing / @chaandajaan / georges bataille / cj hauser / @kvetchkween / @nicholasbraungf / vi khi nao / silas denver melvin

dionyrtal

"October" by Dion Anja, from Motion Sickness

You can buy Motion Sickness now!

geryone

Woman, Eat Me Whole, Ama Asantewa Diaka

ritikajyala

There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

perfectquote

“I hope one day we can forgive each other for not being what we wanted each other to be”

— Kriti G.

metamorphesque

― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea

[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]

letsbelonelytogetherr

“You can say anything and I will not abandon you.”

tombsaint

on death with 1. lilies abounded, @petfurniture, twitter; 2. frances molina, “o’death”

weltenwellen

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

perfectquote

“but we joke and laugh otherwise we would start screaming.”

— Charles Bukowski

ritikajyala

"Do you still love him?" I know the answer.

"I did, once. I don't know, memory is a faulty thing and the past moves in circles. I don't think about some things for months, only to obsess over them for a week. Also, I don't think I know him now. I did once, and I loved him, loved who he was and who he could be. But I know he's a different person now, I am too."

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

(read full excerpt here)