infjnights

Emily.

[havingapoemwithyou]

September by Grace Paley

[mmleepmlorp]

[vaporii-deactivated20170302]

[wildflowers-for-june]

[shakespearesdaughters]

something blue

[anxeious]

[renaissancechateau]

I think I’m ready to open my heart. I’m ready to fall in love without worrying about the consequences

[expressions-of-nature]

by Munro Studio

[inblueroom]

[lifeinpoetry]

“one day a coward who will break my heart asks me how i ended up still so soft i tell him i am stubborn i wanted a better world a diving bell made of tender glass a better family i remembered how to be a god i give myself what i want”

— — Akwaeke Emezi, from “disclosure,” Content Warning: Everything

[bloodboat]

[ruhlare]

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

[flowerytale]

Alice Walker, from “Even As I Hold You”, Her Blue Body Everything We Know: Earthling Poems 1965-1990

[thepeelingrenoir]

"Bone-by bone-by bone/ the pain sharpens you/ knife that you are/ vicious and more vicious still"

[falseknees]

Improbable Compatibility Store / Patreon

[wetsilkgauze]

“Everything I’ve told you so far, while being the truth of what I can remember, is also a fiction, as past events can only be recollected in the room of the present. I’m different now from the person I was when the event took place, and so it’s possible I am recalling details more pertinent to my current self, which thereby invalidates the memory. Alternatively, I might be remembering events in the context of how I felt then, which does not reflect my current state. And so there’s always tension. Selves that cannot be reconciled–except perhaps through the absence of memory in meditation or prayer.”

— Simon Van Booy, from The Presence of Absence (Godine, 2022)