ogygia all over again

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[ldlesaun-blog]

hey luvs im sorry this blog has been dead for a while !! switching between accounts became too much of a hassle so i’m moving to @lidlesaun if u’d like to follow me there . 💖💖💖

[ldlesaun-blog]

hey luvs im sorry this blog has been dead for a while !! switching between accounts became too much of a hassle so i’m moving to @lidlesaun if u’d like to follow me there . 💖💖💖

[ldlesaun-blog]

hey luvs im sorry this blog has been dead for a while !! switching between accounts became too much of a hassle so i’m moving to @lidlesaun if u’d like to follow me there . 💖💖💖

[ldlesaun-blog]

hey luvs im sorry this blog has been dead for a while !! switching between accounts became too much of a hassle so i’m moving to @lidlesaun if u’d like to follow me there . 💖💖💖

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

The Stream of Life, Clarice Lispector

[jupiterreed]

we are barn animals. we drift. we corrode teeth. this soft-tangerine light isn’t made for holding, and we only grasp what we are yet to learn, my heart a fruit unpicked, growing termites, your voice left out of the morning hour & we’re torn again. we’re hands that meet at the end of a horizon etched with stars, we’re where the future’s a dark hallway, the present a still-lake. & the past: a rifle. 

[santapescadora]

“I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.”

— Hélène Cixous  from “The Love of the Wolf” (via soracities)

[astrae-deactivated20210613]

you are rough hands and sharp edges / curled fists and purple beneath skin / to who do you owe your scars?

you bite from the fruit of sin 
you lick the poison from the core of the berry 
you’d swallow your aching heart if it meant numbing any feeling / for only a little while.

lover don’t you know that the heart is a violent bird? / she refuses to be contained within the cages of your stomach.

i wait for the day you stop pouring red and spill gold instead / you’d come home sore from trying to rebuild rome / using dust and fragments of a deceased empire.

and i’d be waiting for you with clean sheets, bandages / and outstretched arms.

have you already forgotten softness?

—on loving an aries. / jessica d / my writing

[heartmagician]

poem made of things i’ve said to my friends within the last 2 weeks. 

[exit152]

“All summer was one wet weapon after another: barb of sweetgum in the ankle, stranger’s knife blade, the wasp stuck in your sneaker.”

— Michael Mlekoday, “Self-Portrait with Gunshot Vernacular,” from The BreakBeat Poets: New American Poetry in the Age of Hip-Hop (via agooduniverse)

[effyeffa]

[medeae]

“this lonely attracts men to my ankles, the way the drip of a mango causes fire ants to find their teeth.”

— Hílda Davis, “Sweet Thing,” published in The Offing (via lifeinpoetry)

[exit152]

sharp things

[lilvampii]

i have FALLEN in LOVE 

[lilvampii]

and i REFUSE to get up!!!

[somnolentsuggestions]

whats up guys i feel like real fuckn loser

[ldlesaun-blog]

all of the anger in one place || @lidlesaun 10/18

[ragewrites]

“heart-first, i will devour myself into being — teeth heavy and bruised with the taste of bloodborne iron, sunk into the appleflesh of godhand. godhood — it echoes in the nanofiber, a clockwork pulse become ancient before i could whisper it into presence, a mangled wing south of my sternum. dismembered and disremembered, i reconstruct — outlining a blueprint to reflect my image, a reassembling of parts meant to create new humankind.”

— ouroboros, or autoktisis lianna schreiber, july 2018