[fravery]

[halc-n-y-x-on]

Mary Oliver, Dream Work.

[sunsetquotes]

“I feel myself shutting down, closing off, like I should tell people, ‘No, we don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.’”

— Courtney C. Stevens

[sapphothetic-moved]

[desertislandcomics]

Same. Edie Fake from Gaylord Phoenix 8, published by the crucial Pegacorn Press

[ragewrites]

small prayer for the coming times lianna schreiber, october 18th, 2020

[hotboyproblems]

[wolverxne]

[goodreadss]

[arthoerina]

i may be a bit lost and hard to understand but i swear my intentions are pure and my heart is big

[ganymedesclock]

People who try to tell me things are ‘not that deep’ fundamentally misunderstand me, I am not a fish desperately in search of the ocean, I am a magpie that roves the canons, searching for shiny things to put in my nest. Whether or not it actually is given deep narrative weight by canon itself is of secondary importance to the fact that it has the potential to be interesting, and thus, I covet it.

[br-o-ken-poetry]

“It puzzles me how people can be happy in these months. October comes, then November, and they carry on their lives as if nothing is different. But the sky is greyer. The air is sharp with ice. Quite literally, the light is gone. How can they not feel that to their cores, like I do?”

— broken thoughts

[cursed-and-haunted]

Aren't You Tired Of Being Nice? Don't You Just Wanna Tear The Wallpaper Off The Walls

[sonnearchive-deactivated2022120]

I hate minimalism. If you have nothing on your desk except a succulent and 1 notebook with nice handwriting you are literally inhuman.

[ligeia-of-the-rhine]

““You’re not a monster,” I said. But I lied. What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.”

— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous.

[weltenwellen]

Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems

[sunsounds]

“I feel I’m getting elusive again. I feel the floating, the absence of an anchor, the absence of solidity, integration. I feel diffuse. Lost.”

— Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947 (via weltenwellen)