[veryharam]

Girl trust your intuition

[thoughtkick]

“I can tell you’re not yourself lately and I hope wherever you’ve gone, you feel free.”

— R.M. Drake

[3y3]

Black Sun, Arkadiusz Danovski

[lionfloss]

by danielmercadante

[maddie-w-draws]

gouache cats

[ssdoljanin]

[thepersonalquotes]

“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”

— George Eliot

[invisiblebeesstuff]

[the-evil-clergyman]

Hymn to Proserpine, from the Selected Poems of Algernon Charles Swinburne by Harry Clarke (1928)

[the-evil-clergyman]

La Belle Dame Sans Merci by Robert Anning Bell (1893)

[chillpotato]

- Mahmoud Darwish from 'Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut c. 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)

[weltenwellen]

Warsan Shire, from “Bless This House”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

[ritikajyala]

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

[dionyrtal]

"October" by Dion Anja, from Motion Sickness

[drawing-down-the-moon9]

[rottendt]