Ayearlongheadache

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[cl3opatra]

i don't know how to love wholly

which means,

there are parts of me

too scarred, charred

i am still choking

from the smell

of the burnt flesh.

which means too,

i will love you wholly

with the scattered pieces of me

picked after the flare.

[is3amokay]

i want love bridled with the occasional fights.

i fear i will never make any place my home.

[is3amokay]

Of all the violence I have known in my life, I have not known violence like the way I have spoken to myself.

[is3amokay]

how do i get over you?

[is3amokay]

I don't want to get out

without a broken heart.

I intend to leave this life

so shattered

there's gonna have to be

a thousand separate heavens

for all of my flying parts.

Andrea Gibson, Royal Heart

[is3amokay]

[is3amokay]

i said to the sun|tell me about the big bang|the sun said |it hurts to become|

Andrea Gibson

[cl3opatra]

And maybe, just maybe, I get to be your favourite song.

[is3amokay]

Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor

There is no escape in stutter

You feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throat

S-s-s-separation

Stutter is a cage made of mirrors.

-Repetition, Phil Kaye

[cl3opatra]

Wasn't raised religious

But I wish that I was

Havin' nothin' to believe in,

Has been killin' my buzz.

[is3amokay]

Gulped down the food| like a starving man| I now have stitches | Maybe that's how it was with my heart| Gulped down love so greedily| the heart had to rip| stitches.

[is3amokay]

They say I think too much of the future,

I say that the scalds are too raw,

Too raw to not think of their recurrence.

[vajrakali]

“I would say that there exist a thousand unbreakable links between each of us and everything else, and that our dignity and our chances are one. The farthest star and the mud at our feet are a family; and there is no decency or sense in honoring one thing, or a few things, and then closing the list. The pine tree, the leopard, the Platte River, and ourselves—we are at risk together, or we are on our way to a sustainable world together. We are each other’s destiny.”

— from Winter Hours by Mary Oliver (from “Upstream: Selected Essays”)

[megairea]

“Perhaps we are […] ghosts searching for ruins?”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from The Hoopoe; If I Were Another: Selected Poems (tr. by Fady Joudah)

[is3amokay]

Perhaps ❤️

[is3amokay]

I've been a fool/but/strawberries and cigarettes/ always taste like you

Troye Sivan, Strawberries and cigarettes

[is3amokay]

'and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence'

-- George Eliot, Middlemarch