[arrestus]

Glow From The Depth  By Salar Kheradpejouh

[quotemadness]

“I want to rest. I want to breathe quietly again.”

— Tennessee Williams

[quotemadness]

“You must write, and read, as if your life depended on it.”

— Adrienne Rich (via quotemadness)

[chuckakot]

“I loved the way you absorbed me with your affection. I loved everything how it felt. I could feel myself sinking from your skin, like sunsets on a tangerine sky evening.”

— Chuck Akot, sunsets on a t a n g e r i n e sky

[adrasteiax]

“What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.”

— Richard Siken, from Landscape With Fruit Rot And Millipede in “War Of The Foxes”

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

via @extramadness

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

via @extramadness

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

via @extramadness

[bnmxfld]

“And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.”

— Sylvia Plath

[thelovejournals]

There is something about her eyes. Eyes don’t breathe. I know that much. But hers looked breathless.

Mary E. Pearson, The Adoration of Jenna Fox (via thelovejournals)

[rhsin]

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[letsdiscusspoetry]

I have noticed small changes in my day to day life. I have noticed I cannot listen to music alone half of the time. I have noticed that when things go good, my nails do not get bit down to nearly nothing. I have noticed that sometimes when my life becomes too much, my hair falls out in the shower more. I have noticed that I don't look in the mirror besides to check if there is something on my face. I have noticed that I haven't planned an outfit in nearly a month. I have noticed that my room is always as bad as the time before. I have noticed that if I complain less, people talk to me more. My life has changed from the simplicity of loneliness to constant confusion about who I am as an individual and there is nothing to do but climb into it more. And sometimes it hurts that even though all my old problems are solved, new ones are always provoked.

Problems (mjr)

[letsdiscusspoetry]

I sometimes soak into being small That I am nothing That all my feelings are just created Between what I've been through And who I've met And that's okay for me Not everything is bad Just what I see And not everything is good Just what I see The world is far more complicated Than me

Than me (mjr)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I want to lie down under a tree. / This is the only duty that is not death.

James Wright, from Exile’s Home: The Poetry of James Wright; “A Prayer to Escape from the Market Place,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[christophermcgeownwriting-deact]

‘unique’

[wordsnquotes]

You remember too much, my mother said to me recently.Why hold onto all that? And I said,   Where can I put it down?

Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay” (via wordsnquotes)

[runiqu]

My brother killed himself on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year and I missed four days of work and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’. My brother he was always a fan of beauty but what he did was not beautiful at all. And last week I got the news that one of my good friends from high school had overdosed (again) except this time she’d gone too far and now she was gone. And I had a hard time falling asleep at night and her mother hugged me tight and thanked me for coming to the service but I did not want to be there at all. This is not beautiful. The girl down the street would’ve turned 21 last year and I can scarcely imagine the wild times she would’ve (should’ve) had. But she is buried six feet deep after falling nearly 300 and she did not leave a note. This is not beautiful. My freshman year of college and my roommate was beautiful and how I wanted to be just like her. But she wore herself down till she was almost invisible and if you blinked you had to go and find her all over again. So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition but are paying her hospital bills watching their daughter crumble. This is not beautiful. So y’all can take your narcissistic romanticizing and glamorizing of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide and shove them as far up your ass as you possibly can. Starvation is not beautiful. Killing yourself is not beautiful. Sadness is not beautiful. This note I am writing is not beautiful. But you you are beautiful and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

(via runiqu)