through my veins

to know the pain of too much tenderness. to be wounded by your own understanding of love. and to bleed willingly and joyfully.

[untrustyou]

[pmamtraveller]

Luca Ponsato - Does Anyone See My Suffering

[pussymargiela]

[remanence-of-love]

[equatorjournal]

soon with the sun

[weltenwellen]

Vladimir Nabokov, Ada or Ardor

[signedthemoon]

— isa b. this survival hasn't been soft

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[howifeltabouthim]

My stomach twisted. Not with fear. With anticipation.

Kate Stevens, from Bride of Brutal Hearts

[kosmogrl]

[kosmogrl]

and it will be better 🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿

[weltenwellen]

Ilya Kaminsky, from "While the Child Sleeps, Sonya Undresses", Deaf Republic

[weltenwellen]

Dreams in April Traci Brimhall

[feral-ballad]

Carrie Fountain, from Burn Lake; “Burn Lake 4”

[weltenwellen]

Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems

[icaseybaybee]

[scorpionlafemme]

[heavensghost]

wood engraving today