be the thing that buries me

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, "Howl", Instructions for Traveling West

[geryone]

Bluff, Danez Smith

[unfortunatesun]

[moderndaywarriorsawyer]

The Money Tubbs only comes around every 5628 seconds. Reblog the Money Tubbs and you’ll find money!

[modelinterrupted]

Bitttchhh the last time I reblogged some bullshit like this I booked a 2k 30minute shoot lmao

[goldpersonified]

I received 2k 2 days after reblogging this 

[lifeinpoetry]

My body is the patron saint of want.

— Lauren Milici, from “Invocation to St. Ashley,” published in OCCULUM

[wordscanbeenough]

“Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire; / What burns me now? Desire, desire, desire.”

— Theodore Roethke, from “The Marrow”, The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke

[annecartson]

The Kiss (1908), Gustav Klimt / Autobiography of Red, Anne Carson

[luthienne]

True, it’s only one wolf. Except that a wolf is never just a wolf. We say “wolf” but mean our own hunger, walking around outside our bodies. The thief desire is. The part of wanting we want to forget but can’t. Not with the wolf loose in the woods carrying the thick fur of our longing. Not with it taking in its mouth the flocks we keep penned behind barbed wire. If only we didn’t have to hear it out in the dark, howling.

Danusha Laméris, from The Moons of August; “Lone Wolf”

[ryebreadgf]

september, s.t.

[lifeinpoetry]

“you’re so polite with your sadness. you don’t want to ruin this for anyone.”

— — Silas Melvin, from “Twenty,” Grit

[weltenwellen]

James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

[feral-ballad]

Ilya Kaminsky, from Deaf Republic: Poems; “Alfonso, in snow”

[Text ID: "You are alive, I whisper to myself, therefore something in you listens."]

[nikocado]

ever since I was a little girl I’ve always thought like I want to leave

[goreprofonde]

| Jeffrey Weinstock, Invisible Monsters: Vision, Horror, and Contemporary Culture

[soracities]

“…to paint the halo of things. The halo is more important than the things and than the words […].”

— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

[stlowens]

George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrard from, “Raven.” [ID in alt text]

[feral-ballad]

Alice Notley, from In the Pines

[Text ID: “I will search for you across heaven,”]

[soracities]

“It / turns out words are no help. / But here I am with my shovel / digging like a fool.””

— Kim Addonizio, from ‘Lives of the Poets’, Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems