[mizoguchi]

RIP 😭

[aidashakur]

The only revenge a mf will ever get from me is never hearing from me again

[firstfullmoon]

christopher citro, “our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks” / @inkskinned‘s poem about love between women

[6thlovelanguage-deactivated2020]

nina lacour, everything leads to you

[loversinarush]

frank ocean ft. tyler the creator, golden girl

[inkskinned]

Love is a shared plate & you will know it by the taste of mouth that goes wanting in order to fill your own

[company]

Good Evening, “Nicki Minaj” was a 12 year sociology study conducted by Harvard University. We are now complete with our study. Thank you for your time. 

[soracities]

Maram al-Massri, A Red Cherry on a White-tiled Floor: Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)

[windflowerfairy]

There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life. On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

L.M. Montgomery (via thistlewytch)

[crybabey]

oh can i just say that jayce certifiedheaux is the best

[asmrosa-deactivated20170831]

here’s an online library source that has alot of college books online for free: —-> http://gen.lib.rus.ec/

[asmrosa-deactivated20170831]

it also has free books, articles, comics & magazines nice

[inkskinned]

he never wrote me poems. we would fuck in his car or on his bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while i was crying. we saw each other naked so often i have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. he ripped my underwear off. i was always vulnerable. i woke him up with kisses, he woke me up with hickies. for a long time, i thought they were the same thing.

i asked him once while we both got high why it was that i could write novels about him until the words got tired of being anagrams of his name - but at the same time he would never reciprocate. he blew a smoke ring and broke it with his finger. “dunno,” he said. we would fuck again later.

i found him once sitting on my floor staring at a picture from when i was young. “god,” he said, “i really fucked you up.”

[lora-mathis]

You give me one week of space and I use the time to sink so deep into my Hurt  that I don’t feel anything when you touch me. While you sleep with the lights on, I run onto your roof  and focus on the car stopped at the end of your street.   There was a time when being in a relationship felt easy but I can’t remember it now. Here, as my own drool drips down my chin and I beat, “this was supposed to be different” into my legs, I feel so familiar.  I think I make myself lonely  because it’s a feeling I know.  I think I’ve been beating myself up for so long that this Hurt has started to feel like home. If I ever get to sit with my heart in a quiet room, I am going to have a lot of explaining to do.

An I Love You That’s Also An Apology, Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

[wordsnquotes]

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife (via loveage-moondream)

[wlfpoetry-blog]

i met god at three am at a train station, he couldn’t even look me in the eye. after all he’s done, i don’t blame him. he walked off the platform and in-front an oncoming train. after all he’s seen, i don’t blame him.

n.c. (via katscottwrites)

[michellekpoems]

My poor mother begged for a sheep but raised a wolf.

Michelle K., Four Rhythms. (via michellekpoems)

[furiousgoldfish]

I keep writing posts from perspective of a child, because even tho I already grew up I’m re-living everything that ever happened to me as a child every day, but I’m processing it with adult brain this time, and this means I only now actually have the understanding and vocabulary needed to put it into words, I can only now verbalize it. As a child there’s so much guilt and shame just because it’s impossible to put trauma into words, and if at any point of life you do manage to put it into words, it’s never too late, do it. Verbalizing your own perspective makes you strong. 

[cptsdbaby]

God, are you listening to me praying?

[bird-cadavers]

what would i do for the person i love? // what would i ask of the person i love?

[flowgently-deactivated20190429]

You are not IN the universe, you ARE the universe, an intrinsic part of it. Ultimately you are not a person, but a focal point where the universe is becoming conscious of itself. What an amazing miracle.

Eckhart Tolle (via flowgently)