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@kingspell
how do you say uhhh fuck this?
Your blood flowed darkly;
Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Robert Bly, from Selected Poems; “But You, Now, Dear Girl,”
dont you dare call me a fucking fake gamer i think about dick every moment of my life.
What does that have to do with gaming ?
fake gamer spotted. take the shot.
The night is trapped in me too, and the stars, / so small in its vastness, so weak, and so silent.
Mary Ann Honaker, from “Below Zero, With Wind Chill,” published in Drunk Monkeys
illustration from a Victorian children’s book c1885
You were lying in the solitude of your own heart.
Clarice Lispector, from The Complete Stories: “The Message,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Glass of wine in my hand, titties out for the moon
a kaleidoscope of sequence like diamonds in the starlight; creation in the form of stolen moments, curiosity a shroud on shoulders untouched by humanity. paint smears on canvas mean everything to the colorless, rotting thing.
today’s gender is gimme you facking money!!!!
Masks, agonies, resurrections / Will weave and unweave my life,
Jorge Luis Borges, from Browning Decides to Be a Poet
The disasters numb within us /
caught in the chest
We gnawed the universe to the rib.
Sonya Vatomsky, from My heart in aspic (Salt Is For Curing)
“in my mouth I felt the taste of fire again, of blood and carnations,”
— Pablo Neruda, from Come With Me, I Said, And No One Knew.