& i yearned for the roots of your ribcage

(Janelle,25)

[geryone]

(At) Wrist, Tacey M. Atsitty

[lucidloving]

Richard Siken, "The Torn-up Road" // Lora Mathis, "If There's A Way Out I'll Take It"

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

[moderndaymystic]

The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you

[lifeinpoetry]

Body, body, o dear ordinary miracle,

I want. To learn how to be bold in my body. It’s always young, it’s always old in my body

& at what age does one begin? I begin. Are you lost? Are you tide? I want you to be September, with its promise of rain. With its prophecy of storm.

— Zeina Hashem Beck, from "Ghazal-Ode for My Body," O

[lifeinpoetry]

I don’t know why I want to destroy myself so often. There’s an undeniable predilection towards oblivion. Perhaps it’s the hot blood of youth, cooling. It’s an unnavigable infatuation; I orbit the edge of my wounds so they never really heal. My wounds won’t ever heal because I constantly pick at them; even if only their peripheries. I don’t know if the wounds are intact but they sometimes throb. Like a tooth that should have been taken out, I tongue the tender parts of myself until something breaks. How else do I say this Diego? I, too, can be monstrous.

— Angel Dominguez, from “[Dear Diego],” Desgraciado

[lifeinpoetry]

You are not leaving, I know,

but shifting into image – my head already is haunted with you. I have become a living afterlife.

All images return to you – the body at the root of my branching.

— Seán Hewitt, from "Tree of Jesse," Tongues of Fire

[megairea]

“Bury your heart in some deep green hollow Or hide it up in a kind old tree; Better still, give it the swallow When she goes over the sea.”

— Charlotte Mew, from Saturday Market

[pastelparrotlet]

Things to count instead of calories:

-dogs you see

-times you smile

-leaves on a flower

-friends who want you to be happy

-tasty things you enjoy eating during the day

[evanbuckleyed]

one day hozier is gonna cover hallelujah and by god it’ll kill me but what a way to go

[symphonyinblue1978]

houseplants b like due to personal reasons i will be passing away...

[sunsounds]

“It was undoubtedly the feeling of exile—that sensation of a void within which never left us, that irrational longing to hark back to the past or else to speed up the march of time, and those keen shafts of memory that stung like fire.”

— Albert Camus, from The Plague. (via xshayarsha)

[aleatoryw]

no more minimalist aesthetics in 2020 we're dressing like birds of prey characters. gold pants. mismatched eyeliner. whatever huntress is doing that makes her so hot.

[badassdemonsword]

you have. metal illness?

a lil bitt

[hoe4byron]

sorry bro can't go out tonight. i'm stuck in an eternal state of melancholy

[invalidate]

yall ever have to google a question so dumb that u gotta go into incognito mode

[kadywicker]

there should be a new emotion added to the spectrum of emotion called "the feeling u get when u were obsessed with supernatural in like 2012 and carry on wayward son comes on and it's a genuinely good song but you feel like a ghost has walked through your body"