real hunger has a real taste

ren. she/her. writer. — don't forget how we felt.

[suncollapsing-deactivated202503]

[araekni]

[ID. A poem titled 'I have to tell you', by Dorothea Grossman. It reads:

I have to tell you, there are times when the sun strikes me like a gong, and I remember everything, even your ears.

End ID.]

[tendermimi]

Søren Kierkegaard, Diaries 1813-1855

[enchantedbook]

'The Council of Cats' "by Wayne O Connor

[anexperimentallife]

[tunisian]

i wish my longing didnt consume me as much as it does

[tunisian]

Mahmoud Darwish, from The Butterfly's Burden; "Maybe, Because Winter Is Late" (tr. from the Arabic by Fady Joudah) - via @luthienne

oh…

[aseaofquotes]

Helen Simonson, Major Pettigrew's Last Stand

[afaintheart]

for every we're so back there are three consecutive it's so overs

[lawrenceww]

花月歌浮舟，久世舞夕颜。

Hi! This is Lawrence from Twitter☺️

[nagarnia]

On his way to the court 🐉💨

[soracities]

Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red [ID in ALT]

[soracities]

Jeremy Radin, from Dear Sai

[fagsromana]

happy womens day to everyones favorite woman

[soracities]

Pedro Salinas, excerpt from "The Voice I Owe to You (#63)", Memory in My Hands: The Love Poetry of Pedro Salinas (trans. Ruth Katz Crispin) [transcript in ALT]

[luthienne]

Reginald Dwayne Betts, from Felon; “Night”

[Text ID: Listen, who hasn't waited for something / to happen? I know folks died waiting. I know / hurt is a wandering song. / I was lost in my fear.]

[2001hz]

[luthienne]

Rachel Cusk, from Outline

[Text ID: But everything falls away, try as you might to stop it. And for whatever returns to you, be grateful.]

[on-poetry]

Well, here it was, then: longing, missing. The most useless kind of love.

—Rebecca Makkai, The Great Believers

[plumslices]

Keychains by Angry Little Girls