[exotichag]

yooo this mercury retrograde rocked my shit… literally everything is up in the air rn lmfao. things feel like they’re about to change so quickly. im really optimistic ab it!!

[heavensghost]

Words from Clarice Lispector in The Hour of the Star

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “Parodos”, Poems 1962-2012

[soracities]

“(I am ashamed—but it is useless—I am what I am)”

— Walt Whitman, from “[Hours Continuing Long, Sore and Heavy-hearted] (Rejected Poems), Leaves of Grass

[guiltfactory]

BAD NEWS: it will not be the same forever

GOOD NEWS: it will not be the same forever

[objetpetita]

“‘I have been loved,’ she said, ‘by something strange, and it has forgotten me.’”

― Djuna Barnes, Nightwood

[aguard1ente]

Lunch Poems / Frank O’Hara

—St Paul and all that

[existential-celestial]

“I want to calm down, to rest, to outlive this nonsense.”

— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Dennis Farrell written c. June 1962

[lunamonchtuna]

to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.

[kosmogrl]

what’s not meant for me kills me a thousand times every day

[ymutate]

Stanisław Baj (Polish, born June 3, 1953)

Rzeka Bug [Bug River], 2020

Oil on canvas

30 x 24 inches

Private collection

[helen-frankenthaler]

A Green Thought in a Green Shade, 1981, Helen Frankenthaler

Medium: acrylic,canvas

[kosmogrl]

everything is changing and maybe that’s okay

[kosmogrl]

as you get older you realise that anything that helps you stop feeling stuck is welcome even if it hurts at first

[mr-mistyeyed]

would u still love me if i were stuck in a cycle i've never been able to break

[rainformation]

formative years? aren’t they all?

[inkskinned]

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

[lunamonchtuna]

— Mikko Harvey, from For M (via lunamonchtuna)

[myheartis4him-deactivated202207]

any other girls feel a permanent sense of unbelonging no matter where they are or who they are with