thoughts hidden

nothing without intention; a collection of soliloquies

[weltenwellen]

Alex Dimitrov, from "Love", Love and Other Poems

[thecollectibles]

Art by Eldar Akmanaev

[weltenwellen]

Snigdha Koirala, from "longing so flawed"

[fuzzystims]

fireflies

[neembu]

@firefliesdies

[internetdruid]

Corn in all its colors!

[lionfloss]

by rosie_brock

[friendofjuly]

endometrium lorem ipsum

mold myself like polymer

let it airdry then carve

away the bits that don’t fit

i keep scratching at my skin

hoping to get rid of all of it

paint finished and polished

too soon for purpose

and then stored behind some cabinet doors

away but still on display for the public

can you help? i’m a little dusty

i write but the words don’t trust me

trying to reinvent everything

but the trends don’t fit me

not delicate like fine china but i’m getting close

my skin gets thinner every cycle that goes

and when it all gets heavier

i just shed a few pounds before you know

endometrium lorem ipsum

let’s paint on another coat

[angesirene]

—Leigh Hunt, Songs and Chorus of the Flowers

[friendofjuly]

sinned newts

avoid it for the fear of being perceived

it’s an alright life, just a bit lonely

always told one thing, and then another

for as long as i could breathe

learned real quick that nothing comes for free

lost myself searching for consistency

because it’s an alien concept

am i awful for ruminating on the years that i peaked?

leaving out all the context

it’s okay, my pain is trendy

my youth wasted online being an experimentee

because my femininity is only for the public

constantly told that i need these things

thick makeup, a flat stomach

for a man to want to fuck me

unfortunately, i tell the future

i hate myself more every year

and yet like clockwork, i look at an old picture

wondering why i put that girl through hell

i know the damage i do to myself

how it’s all a part of this system

to guarantee some corporation’s wealth

and keep myself under his thumb

[friendofjuly]

sinned newts

avoid it for the fear of being perceived

it’s an alright life, just a bit lonely

always told one thing, and then another

for as long as i could breathe

learned real quick that nothing comes for free

lost myself searching for consistency

because it’s an alien concept

am i awful for ruminating on the years that i peaked?

leaving out all the context

it’s okay, my pain is trendy

my youth wasted online being an experimentee

because my femininity is only for the public

constantly told that i need these things

thick makeup, a flat stomach

for a man to want to fuck me

unfortunately, i tell the future

i hate myself more every year

and yet like clockwork, i look at an old picture

wondering why i put that girl through hell

i know the damage i do to myself

how it’s all a part of this system

to guarantee some corporation’s wealth

and keep myself under his thumb

[politeasfuck]

I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman.

― Anaïs Nin, Henry & June: From a Journal of Love, 1931-1932

[smute]

Up for air from the swimming pool // You'd kneel down to the dry land // Kiss the earth that birthed you // Gave you tools just to stay alive // And make it out when the sun is ruined

[malojasnake]

— Sunrise, by Louise Glück

[trulyvincent]

Kadiya Qasem is a British born Yemeni Greek photographer whose work explores themes of otherness, memory, identity and desire.

[spitblossoms]

[aduda]

Pădurea Roșu

expired Fujifilm 200; Konica Pop

[weltenwellen]

Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1914-1923