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Sometimes the bravest I do each day is stay alive.

Jen Rouse, from “Confession,” published in Anti-Heroin Chic (via lifeinpoetry)

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Wildly I lay on her, kissed her: eyes, her lips, her stretched neck beating, woman’s breasts full in her blouse of nun’s veiling, fat nipples upright. Hot I tongued her. She kissed me. I was kissed. All yielding she tossed my hair. Kissed, she kissed me. Me, me now.

Joyce, Ulysses, from one of the passages that led to its banning. (via 89words)

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There is someone in my head but it’s not me.

Pink Floyd, from The Dark Side of The Moon (1973); “Lunatic,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Anne Carson, from “The Albertine Workout,” // “Godliness,” published c. May 2014 [x]

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This is melancholia. Wanting to eat yourself whole.

Diamond Sharp, from “Mal de Ojo,” published in Joint (via 89words)

Some sketches from my recent stay at inpatient.

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i talk to god whenever i touch myself turn a cavern into a cathedral & then burn it to the ground. who’s to say what is holy? i talk to god when i tell you to fuck me so good i forget my own name. years later, i am still haunting the margins of your memory. still in bloom. open wide–now you, too are blooming.

Ally Ang, from “Teaching a Muthafucka How to Talk to God,” published in the Shade Journal (via lifeinpoetry)

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He is constructing a god out of my body and I do not stop him. This will make a ghost of him and me. But tonight he needs an altar and I’m not here to be brave.

Clementine von Radics,

“Dream Girl,”

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