t e r r i b l e, w i l d, l a w l e s s

sancte michael archangele --------- blessed michael, archangel, defende nos in proelio; ------------- defend us in the hour of conflict; michael. archangel. immortal. king of the kingdom of caelum.

[meiselr]

Here is what they do not tell you about Death: when Death says ‚You are born for this’ , she clearly means ‘You will die for this’.

r.m | Excerpts #22 (via lilys)

[givemearmstopraywith]

“The divine emptiness, fuller than fullness, has come to inhabit us.”

— Gravity and Grace, Simone Weil (via salemwitchtrials)

[theoptia]

Euripides, from Hekabe, Grief Lessons: Four Plays; translated by Anne Carson

Text ID: CHORUS: O sad one. / Some heavy god has put more pain on you than any other human being.

[ololygas]

[soracities]

“Timeless, and loveless, this light touches me. I won’t need anything else.”

— Alice Notley, from Certain Magical Acts; I couldn’t sleep in my dream (via bellsofatlantis)

[vhsmeme]

* rest prompts

feel free to combine prompts.

missing piece. falling asleep somewhere that isn’t their bed. 

cloud. waking up and being soothed back to sleep. 

name. being so exhausted that they faintly whisper the name of someone they trust as they are carried to bed.

moonlight. trying to stay up until a loved one comes back home. 

fog. hearing stay awake as they are carried to safety. 

armor. falling in and out of a restless sleep. feeling safe when a loved one presses a kiss to their forehead and strokes their hair.

gravity. cuddling up to a loved one when they are too tired to see straight. 

repair. being confined to bed due to injury or illness and hating every second of it.  

misfit. getting out of bed too soon, insisting they feel much better, and collapsing / passing out.   

[illuminosity]

You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.

Warsan Shire (via illuminosity)

[virgin-martyr]

“So you invent someone smart enough to destroy your enemies, you invent them so smart you’ve got a new enemy.”

— Shirley Jackson, excerpt from Hangsaman

[v-i-d-e]

We know God is dead, they’ve told us, but listening to you I wasn’t so sure.

Charles Bukowski, an almost made up poem (via allloversbetray)

[megairea]

“[…] it’s hard not to always want something else, not just to let the savage grass grow.”

— Ada Limón, from Mowing; Bright Dead Things: Poems, 2015

[otoso]

Adonis Bosso • Rainer Torrado

[taur]

Adonis Bosso

[weltenwellen]

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

[lifeinpoetry]

When I am alone, I feel penitent, my heart damp like cold metal.

— Ken Chen, from “Taipei Novel,” Juvenilia (via lifeinpoetry)

[whosafraidofvirginiawoolf]

Your twisting is done—you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?

Affinity, Sarah Waters

[chateauofmymind]

“I have never been allowed to be holy, / I have never been forgiven for wanting.”

— Gwen Benaway, from “Boys,” Holy Wild (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

i sent you away & installed a wound in your place    invented some blood for the story 

— Safia Elhillo, from “Still Life as Unreliable Narrator,” published in BOAAT