wanderlust

you can’t make homes out of human beings;

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”

— Mikko Harvey, from “For M,” Foundry (no. 9, September 2018)

[intfe]

that fleeting second when you’re on your phone and the screen goes dark and you see your reflection and are hit by an immeasurable sense of “what the hell am i doing with my life” but then the silly people on the screen start moving and you’re successfully distracted once again

[undinesea]

I suffer from a sweet and terrible sentimentality;

Anna de Noailles, from Le Visage Émerveillé

[intfe]

oh to be moss, swaying under the stream’s gentle current

[derangedrhythms]

You ask the sea, what can you promise me and it speaks the truth; it says erasure.

Louise Glück, A Village Life; from ‘March’

[jenn1fersbody]

[bobbole]

Amy Kierstead, The Eye of the Forest

[metamorphesque]

unfolding into another spring

mahmood darwish, sylvia plath, v.e. schwab, ana mendieta

[metamorphesque]

why do all the words sound heavier in my native language?

—  @metamorphesque, Yoojin Grace Wuertz (Mother Tongue), Still Dancing: An Interview With Ilya Kaminsky (by Garth Greenwell), Jhumpa Lahiri (Translating Myself and Others), @lifeinpoetry

[uroko]

奈良公園 Nara Park

[intfe]

you know a male character is homoest of sexuals when they fancy women with "boyish" features; bonus if it's from a classic

[bu-ko]

aokigahara

[xanaxfarts]

bouquets behind foggy glass is a photo style i will never get tired of

[metamorphesque]

"Beautiful Losers", Leonard Cohen

[soracities]

Charles Wright, from "A Journal of the Year of the Ox", The World of Ten Thousand Things: Poems 1980-1990 [ID'd]

[sleeplessv0id]

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

[sadladypoetssociety]

“Responsibility to yourself means refusing to let others do your thinking, talking, and naming for you; it means learning to respect and use your own brains and instincts; hence, grappling with hard work. It means that you do not treat your body as a commodity with which to purchase superficial intimacy or economic security; for our bodies to be treated as objects, our minds are in mortal danger. It means insisting that those to whom you give your friendship and love are able to respect your mind. It means being able to say, with Charlotte Brönte’s Jane Eyre: “I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all the extraneous delights should be withheld or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.””

— Adrienne Rich, “Claiming an Education” (1977), On Lies, Secrets, and Silence