[lifeinpoetry]

“Somewhere in this world I will understand my life.”

— Monica Ferrell, from “The Blue Grotto,” Beasts for the Chase

[flowury]

i want to sit on a kitchen counter in my underwear at 3 am with you and talk about the universe

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“The poison leaves bit by bit, not all at once. Be patient. You are healing.”

— Yasmin Mogahed

[khanti-karuna]

“my problem is that I write the love poems before the love is there and when you leave (which you will) I will be left on my knees fists clenched around these crumpled pieces of paper trying to scream “look at these! look at them! there is love here!” as if these words do not simply fall through your fingers like sand”

— hope is a dangerous thing | s.c.l.

[timbllr]

youth in revolt (2009), via weheartit

[khanti-karuna]

woah feelings alert i like u and i don’t ~like~ it

[khanti-karuna]

the lows

are lower than before

and the highs

higher than they’ve ever been,

I cannot tell

if I’m getting closer to

heaven,

or hell.

something I found in an old journal, 06.08.13. | s.c.l.

[criwes]

Protect Me (2018) by Gianni Passeretti (instagram)

[buttonpoetry]

“There are days I want people to like me more than I want to change the world.”

— Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak

[clawmarks]

Six Studies of Pillows - Albrecht Dürer - 1493 - via The Met

[dorkbraindork]

[khanti-karuna]

[khanti-karuna]

send me writing requests???

that’d be cool I miss posting for whoever’s out there

[bled]

[buttonpoetry]

“I am the opposite of forgiveness. I am all rage & shriek & flame.”

— Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak

[anthropologyofwater-deactivated]

when oscar wilde wrote “there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands” i felt that

[buttonpoetry]

“I open my mouth, hope my mother’s sad heart does not stumble drunk out of me.”

— Desireé Dallagiacomo, from Sink