sun spun

eternity burns inside of me / raw and violent with stars

[8-bitstories-deactivated2020062]

[gatarojastuff]

[1000125]

how do you say uhhh fuck this?

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Your blood flowed darkly;

Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Robert Bly, from Selected Poems; “But You, Now, Dear Girl,”

[henstomper]

dont you dare call me a fucking fake gamer i think about dick every moment of my life.

[noxusnocturnal]

What does that have to do with gaming ?

[henstomper]

fake gamer spotted. take the shot.

[lifeinpoetry]

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

[michaelmoonsbookshop]

illustration from a Victorian children’s book c1885

[arandomthot]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

You were lying in the solitude of your own heart.

Clarice Lispector, from The Complete Stories: “The Message,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[babyangel-jpg]

Glass of wine in my hand, titties out for the moon

[kingspell]

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.

[microtear-deactivated20181213]

today’s gender is gimme you facking money!!!!

[xshayarsha]

Masks, agonies, resurrections / Will weave and unweave my life,

Jorge Luis Borges, from Browning Decides to Be a Poet 

[kingspell]

The disasters numb within us / 

         caught in the chest

[darkhoneyyy]

[persephomia]

We gnawed the universe to the rib.

Sonya Vatomsky, from My heart in aspic (Salt Is For Curing)

[mirroir]

“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.