Just Vibing

Khylie | 25 | CA | Artist

[emotionalwords]

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

[virtualgirladvance]

Got that vampire autism where you gotta invite me in every time

[feral-ballad]

Jennifer Huang, from Return Flight; “On days I stay with my father”

[Text ID: “I can never remember your face / because I was often looking / at the ground when you yelled / so bright.”]

[feral-ballad]

Lee Soho, tr. by Soje, from Catcalling; “Page 29 of my sorrowful legend”

[Text ID: “From the start it was just the two of us / Me and the gap in between”]

[feral-ballad]

Savannah Brown, from Closer Baby Closer; “Retroactive jealousy”

[Text ID: “Someday I’ll care for something / without wanting to close a door behind it.”]

[iftye]

[kristina100000]

i have no other choice but to go on

[sunsbleeding]

[greeniery]

“you’re so sensitive” i was born with a poet’s soul. bitch

[bugeceicelim-deactivated2023120]

[unculture]

BREAKING!!!! cats simply too gay and in love to walk

[unculture]

happy pride. may you, too, one day be so gay and in love that you can never travel efficiently because you and your beloved keep smashing your soft, gay little heads together.

[sunsbleeding]

[titsay]

[softwaring]

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[old-school-romantics]

Mia Hollow

[alphacrone]

“you should be at the club” i should be by the sea. i should be in the mountains. i should be awestruck and rendered speechless by the majesty of the natural world. if you even care

[feral-ballad]

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from The Most Foreign Country; “Sky”

[Text ID: “I think of your face and of you and of your hands and / of the scratch of your pen and of you”]

[feral-ballad]

Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “Idea”

[Text ID: “I will enjoy this life. I will open it like a peach in season, suck the juice from every finger, run my tongue over my chin. I will not worry about clichés or uninvited guests peering in my windows. I will love and be loved. Save and be saved a thousand times. I will let the want into my body, bless the heat under my skin. My life, I will not waste it. I will enjoy this life.”]

[feral-ballad]

Kate Baer, from What Kind of Woman: Poems; “To take back a life”

[Text ID: “the hunger to be held, to be wanted, to / be called from the streets like the family / dog. You are not a good girl. You are not / somebody’s otherness.”]