In words, freedom.

a. h. // messages are always open.

[coffeeacademia]

it is winter again, which means i will spend a lot of time thinking and pondering, without producing a single Thought

[inverbislibertas]

He sat next to me on the bus tonight All alone,  Not yet nine. I saw the dirt under his fingernails I saw them, yours, And your eyelashes too. I see his eyes–– The impossible meeting of yours and mine. Algae on the lake, A pitted olive. He requested the stop, one before mine, The route written out for him In another’s hand. And I was so lucky to see him Get home safe.

a.h. // children, not wanting children

[inverbislibertas]

substack

I know I haven't posted here in so long, but I just wanted to say that I'm going to continue posting poems here in the near future, as well as on substack. I'll also be posting some essays and creative fiction there too.

ahreads.substack.com

I'm also looking for new blogs to follow and new substacks to subscribe to. If you write or post about literature, show yourselves!See you there!

[inverbislibertas]

I never wrote a poem for you. I never pulled the stars down from heaven. I only looked at you and saw all I could not put into words. I only felt the guilt of all of this. Now there is no reason for me to do it– to take up the task of lines and rhymes. But I'm here, sitting on the right side of the bed, wearing your pyjama pants wishing the stars were out so I could tug at their limbs.

a. h. // later

[photografya-deactivated20230917]

[metamorphesque]

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: You are twenty. You are not dead, although you were dead. The girl who died. And was resurrected. Children. Witches. Magic. Symbols. Remember the illogic of the fantasy.]

[thinkingimages]

Cristina Coral

[magic-of-eternity]

Castle Howard. Great Britain

[karlvsn-deactivated20240312-dea]

[estrellablogg]

Coffee dates. ☕️

[soft-lovely]

moments in love

[mashamorevna]

“Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.”

— Carol Bishop Hipps, “October,” In a Southern Garden (via loveage-moondream)

[simena]

Nick Alm (detail)

[localbookshop]

source

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Stéphane Mallarmé, from Collected Poems and Other Verse; “The Nurse and Herodias,” (x)

[moonlightint]

“I adored you. You were so soft, so diabolically angelic looking.”

—

Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin featured in A Literate Passion: Letters Of

Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller (1932 - 1953)

[linkinmoon]

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar