blood and wine

There are no bargains between lions and men

[exhultancy]

I haven’t posted much here but thanks for sticking with me guys! I’ll be getting back to poetry slowly but surely I promise!

[exhultancy]

Much like a flower, I grew my heart for you, With patience and effort and trust- And with time you plucked it out my chest And I trusted you with all my love, Then you put it between your teeth (All bloody and raw and beating) And you said it tasted sweet (Piercing it as you said that you were leaving) But that flowers were out of season

s.r // botany in context

[tofuvi]

gathering thoughts.

[fuckyeahjapanandkorea]

[unsolvedbfsarchive-blog]

if you like it or not // the brobecks

[beholdingslut]

so I may be replaced / by a machine / which in its violence / behaves / more like me

Camille Rankine, “Necessity Defense of Instutional Memory” from Incorrect Merciful Impulses (via mythaelogy)

[hestiad]

greek mythology meme → olympians 3/6

artemis is the goddess of the hunt, wild animals, wilderness, childbirth, virginity and protector of young girls, and bringing and relieving disease in women. (x)

[galapaqos]

[exhultancy]

Flight risk- Like a summer's day too hot You and I are sat outside with a lemon drink That sweats even before we do, The sun beats down a little too harsh In a few minutes it is too much for me 'Won't you stay a little longer?' I hear as I am already up and walking away, Perhaps tomorrow will be cooler But by tomorrow I will not be here

s.r. // flight risk

[ishanijasmin]

PASSIONFRUIT: Down to Earth

First issue is here! I think it’s really beautiful. There might be some edits, but I’ve kinda been sitting on this for a little while because of Real Life stuff, so I’m happy to finally release this. This issue is about being grounded and humble and sticking close to nature, and there are some really cool how to guides and playlists in there. Thank you.

[medeae]

I thought/ that pain meant/ I was not loved./ It meant I loved.

Louise Glück, from Ararat (via medeae)

[block]

[untalkingly]

My hands are on her hips I’m biting my lip so hard it bleeds (Closer, sweetheart Closer) Against the wall Her breath hitches My eyes move From here                                                          To here- (Be quiet) Tonight we are unholy Brutal Nothing but the truth

L.Y // Unholy

(For @aurteur)

[criwes]

All the parts by Jacco Hinke

[latenightcornerstore]

There was a smoke stack pouring from my window last night and no one around to see it. I guess that’s what I get for setting fire to what was left of you, still hoping you would come running back for it.

BURNING BUILDING THEORY, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[angelfishing]

[daisvbuchanan]

On bad days I just held onto the thinning rope. The rope was poetry.

Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via mythaelogy)