eternal constant 🌐

[percyarchive]

the orange by wendy cope

[derangedrhythms]

And I find that I can be drunk, drugged, ensorcelled, everything that could make me lose myself, but that there is always always always [him] …

Anaïs Nin, from ‘A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller 1932-1953′

[buryme-makeoutcreek]

Communication Error: In art people have things to say and they are important, they pound against their chest and they cry and music swells but here, here my words slide and scrap up my throat amounting in nothing. I want to tell you everything, but I can barely open my mouth to tell you my name.

Richard Siken// Call Me By Your Name dir. Luca Guadagnino// Margaret Atwood// Lisel Mueller// // Virginia Woolf// Richard Siken// Jeanette Winterson// Georges Bataille// Inside Llewyn Davis dir. The Coen Brothers // Mikko Harvey// The Rehearsal, Nathan Fielder//Hieu Minh Nguyen

[metamorphesque]

“I want to be where no possessions remind me of the past and by the sea, which is for me the great healer.”

— Sylvia Plath, Letters Home

[flowerytale]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[lifeinpoetry]

A breeze carries unknown pathogens, Information that can’t want to die Because it’s not alive.

What it wants is desire. A barrier to crossing The chasm of the day.

— Elisa Gabbert, from "In Nature," Normal Distance

[weusedtobegiants]

I still feel the imprint of his body asleep against mine.

Anaïs Nin, from The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932

[bnmxfld]

“Come and kiss me and let’s forget.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Ice Palace

[bnmxfld]

“I was too young to know how to love her.”

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry / The Little Prince

[everindefinite]

dogged reprise

stop whispering

you're wrong

stop lingering

i've already decided that the song

is worth listening

stop it

applause doesn't drown out the heckling

drop it

this is unbearably vexing

[derangedrhythms]

I’ll hide your name in every word. 

Anne Carson, Decreation: Poetry, Essays, Opera; from ‘H&A Screenplay’

[everindefinite]

black out

dazed and confused

life improves, but

nothing learned

nothing gained

time burnt

heart drained

[weusedtobegiants]

Am I a dream to you, am I not real and warm for you? What new loves, new ecstasies, new impulses move you now?

Anaïs Nin, from The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932

[daddiesdrarryy]

Me writing

[smakkabagms]

“The solitude and incivility of grief”

— Donna Tartt, The Secret History

[everindefinite]

i am inspired

i want to write

b u t h o w

[lifeinpoetry]

What I know of my father, I’ve forgiven.

— Alexandra Regalado, from "Concierto de Aranjuez," Relinquenda