we live here

[madgirlf]

we’re so casual in the destruction of these bodies – like it’s nothing to be young and alive.

Fortesa Latifi (via madgirlf)

[theplaceyoullove]

I light all the candles, cut flowers for all my rooms, I care for myself the way I used to care about you

Hard Feelings/ Loveless, Lorde (via theplaceyoullove)

[lifeinpoetry]

I am not ashamed, the story goes. I swear I will learn to leave a room without touching every part of your face.

Marcelo Hernandez Castillo, “How to Grow the Brightest Geranium,” published in Breakwater Review  (via figlip)

[luthienne]

may I never lose that terror that keeps me brave

Audre Lorde, The Black Unicorn: Poems, “Solstice” (via noorshirazie)

[heavensghost]

[worldssmallesttrampoline]

[lifeinpoetry]

We forget to be the kind of softness / we have always dreamt of feeling.

Anna Corniffe, from “A Beating Heart Beneath the Floorboards,” published in Vagabond City (via lifeinpoetry)

[bleechgothbaby]

[dopy]

[runningforhappiness215-blog]

[theliteraryjournals]

I am always in love.

Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via theliteraryjournals)

[tytusjaneta]

[heartbreakhur]

[franzkavkas]

Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it every minute.

Franz Kafka, 1912 diary entry (via abrce)

[pigmenting]

I’d have followed her anywhere she asked of me. I’d have thrown myself to the wild for her.

Elizabeth Hewer, from “Dove Hands” in Wishing for Birds (via pigmenting)

[luthienne]

Persephone had it right. If you must go, might as well take all of spring with you—

Cathy Linh Che, from Split; “Letters to Doc” (via luthienne)

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