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أنا آسف لما فعلت وما لم أفعل.

[maalidoesart]

happy pebble pride

[stuckinapril]

[fr0gg13b413]

jazz filtering through up the attic

a first date chatters pulling cards with hackles still softly up

the taste of queensland bushfire and rosemary on my tongue

applause sounds before they pick up another vibe

and it filters through the room

another glass of nostalgia, home, destruction

and returning to my book

the smoke settles.

[threeamserif]

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[radawaycunt]

I think being pinned onto the clothesline and fluttering in the afternoon breeze while I sun dry would cure me actually

[goth-queen]

[fr0gg13b413]

soft cold breeze against my neck as smoke finds its way out of my lungs. cotton wool laws keep a mate waiting for his friend, proving their necessity. engulfed by eden, moving without the sound of myself.

the clock tower stares back. past midnight and neither of us blink. faces pressed into sandstone, shadows cast upwards, off-kilter in the light.

my restless wanderings may never cease, but i am enough to make a moment real.

[mournfulroses]

Tove Ditlevsen, from a poem featured in There Lives a Young Girl in Me Who Will Not Die: Selected Poems

[academia-lucifer]

@academia-lucifer

[fr0gg13b413]

... and so I run away to a forest. a moutain. a national park. and things are okay, for a moment.

for a moment all that exists is the trees around me and the ground I stand on and that bird I can hear in the distance.

for a moment.

[melloncolliegalaxies]

we search for blinking lashes

in the dark of your room;

you have diesel for blood

and maybe i do, too.

i know better now than to beg

an Amtrak to stay,

because everyone leaves

—sometimes it’s a cafe,

or a role, or a person,

or a doorway.

i think we’re all just trains,

but not simultaneously,

because i know when i told you

i love you,

you saw railroad tracks

wreathed around my throat

like a plastron necklace.

could you overlook the rest of the world

to stay with me for good?

i asked, ready to miss you like

a passenger, 10 minutes too-late.

you said,

i think i could,

i think i could,

i think i could.

— trains // melancholy galaxies (t.e.t.)

[santa-ana-winds]

[prsphnie]

[metamorphesque]

musings on June

1. anne sexton (“the truth the dead know”), 2. anne sexton (“suicide note poem”), 3. mary oliver (“august”), 4. l.m. montgomery (“anne of the island”), 5. morgan parker (“the black saint & the sinner lady & the dead & the truth”), 6. found poems: sylvia plath / peter k. steinberg (“percy key among the narcissi”) artwork by hugo grenville

[transparent-flowers]

“Mother of Pearl.” Planthopper Phenax variegata. (x).

[stuckinapril]

I promise you things will get so much better when you start processing people’s behavior as information rather than a verdict on your self-worth. If someone doesn’t text back, suddenly pulls away, whatever it may be, the solution isn’t to put on a tap dance for them and try to regain their approval. It’s not to crash out on them and try to force them to react a certain way. It’s just to take a step back, take a deep breath, and assess what this tells you. What’s this saying about them? What’s this saying about you??

[rainformation]

formative years? aren’t they all?

[absolutejamer]

show me a permanent self and i will show you a facade or a corpse