wanderers welcome

writer. lover. world class sulker.

[inkpressedpetals]

[geryone]

Fauna, Richard Siken

[soracities]

“It’s pouring, the trees are getting greener before my eyes, I love you. I’m almost afraid of the intensity of this happiness.”

— Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Véra tr. by Olga Voronina & Brian Boyd

[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

[the-ankush-says-deactivated2023]

E. E SCOTT

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, Don't Call Us Dead

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Donte Collins

[geryone]

Cain, José Saramago

[feral-ballad]

Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”

[fromwinter]

— From Winter, Excerpt from ‘Treading Water’

[ID: text reads “Drowning doesn’t look like drowning, it’s swimming till it’s not.”]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“After a while, the residents of the sea do not hear the sound of the waves. How bitter it is, the story of routine.”

— Unknown (via sange-saboor)

[yms1]

my body: I NEED WATER

me: coffee?

[feral-ballad]

Alex Dimitrov, from Love and Other Poems; “The Weather of Our Lives”

[gnossienne]

Louise Glück, from The Encounter

[louisegluck]

Kaveh Akbar, from “Unburnable the cold is flooding our lives.” [ID in alt text]

[elizabethsinclair]

- 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜.

[soracities]

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 [ID in ALT]