all things grow

clara / 24

[geryone]

Woman, Eat Me Whole, Ama Asantewa Diaka

[antigonick]

“The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees— to learn something by being nothing a little while but the rich lens of attention.”

— Mary Oliver, in “Entering the Kingdom”, in Devotions

[metamorphesque]

—  Richard Siken, Boot Theory

[text ID: A man takes his sadness and /  throws it away / but then he’s still left with his / hands.]

[jb-blunk]

im getting out of here alive (my twenties)

[bluberry-parfait]

from The Anatomy of Being by Shinji Moon

[moonstoast]

crush by richard siken // richard diebenkorn // richard diebenkorn // if there’s a way out i’ll take it by lora mathis

[virginiewoolf]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

[bookofjudith]

The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion // Horseradish, Lemony Snicket

[stlowens]

Ada Limón, from “Lashed to the Helm, All Stiff and Stark.”

[fairydrowning]

"It is August: the true ending of a year. I've grown sick from trying to love who I am."

-Carlie Hoffman, from "High Bridge Park," published in Gulf Stream

[metamorphesque]

Having a Coke with You, Frank O'Hara

[godsopenwound]

Aimee Nezhukumatathil, "Baked Goods" from Lucky Fish

[cithaerons]

Leila Chatti, Portrait of the Illness as Nightmare

[typodescript]

[text ID: Your god comes and he is ordinary and terrible. end ID]

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from "October", Devotions

[aryasnow]

“I fell in love. Or, more accurately, I realized, and accepted for the first time that love was not merely a general, human possibility, nor merely the disaster it had so often, by then, been for me—according to me—nor was it something that happened to other people, like death, nor was it merely a mortal danger: it was among my possibility, for here it was, breathing and belching beside me, and it was the key to life. Not merely the key to my life, but to life itself.”

— James Baldwin, from “Take Me to the Water,” in No Name in the Street (via firstfullmoon)

[bluebeardsbride-deactivated2021]

“If you love somebody they turn into a God. But you can’t control what kind of God they turn into.”

— Emery Allen, Holy Things in This World

[2ghosts1shell]

I’m doing hot girl shit. *stares at the dark in my room with no thoughts like a blood-sniffing shark*