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[abyssaldyke]

*guy who hasn't eaten lunch voice* been really into the idea of picking a direction and running as fast as I can in a straight line until I collapse and die

[troosteres]

[sunshineslut]

[adampvrrish]

if i disappear under mysterious circumstances do not come looking for me. i meant to do that

[funeral]

Christina Marie Brown, Ghost I

[geryone]

Lessons on Expulsion, Erika Sánchez

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“I’m restless and harsh and despairing. Although I do have love inside me. I just don’t know how to use love. Sometimes it tears at my flesh,”

Água Viva, Clarice Lispector tr. Verena Conley

[beguines]

Oh Lord, my grief is like a / river inside me; filled / with dead things I didn't / kill.

Pádraig Ó Tuama, from "Jesus Texts", When Did We See You Naked?: Jesus as a Victim of Sexual Abuse, ed. Jayme R. Reaves, David Tombs, and Rocío Figueroa

[lifeinpoetry]

Look, you who never asked for this: it’s the bearing that hurts. Not the losing. It’s the carrying on.

— Devin Kelly, from “My Mother, the Day She Knows the Ones Who Died in the Shooting,” published in Foundry

[geryone]

The Black Maria, Aracelis Girmay

[rotgospels]

“your hunger hurts you awake. The sin is not the wanting, it’s the wanting more.”

— Traci Brimhall, from “Chthonic Lullaby”, Come the Slumberless to the Land of Nod (via voirlvmer)

[ourdyingbeast]

I'm filled with divine love and undying rage

[fataleangel]

“I do understand—and it is terrible.”

— Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written c. July 1915, featured in “Letters to Felice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[lifeinpoetry]

“maybe I mistake the violence for home”

— Julian Randall, from “Leslie Odom Jr. Sings Obama’s Anger on NPR” published in The Adroit Journal

[flowerytale]

Anaïs Nin, from “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937

[soracities]

“Forgive me these shadows I cling to,”

— William Stafford, from “Some Shadows,” The Darkness Around Us Is Deep: Selected Poems, ed. Robert Bly (HarperPerennial, 1993)

[shisasan]

December 1, 1928 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977