It takes what it takes to get through life

Diana | 23

[tristealven]

“(…) You were my song! Now, let discord scream! You were my flower! Now let the world grow weeds! For I shall not Plant things above your grave - (…)”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Interim in “Poems: Edna St. Vincent Millay”  (via halcynth)

[lifeinpoetry]

I have died for the smallest things. / Nothing washes off.

— Angela Jackson, from “The Love of Travelers,” And All These Roads Be Luminous: Poems Selected and New (via lifeinpoetry)

[neckkiss]

unknown

[lilynorton]

Malcolm Liepke. 

Open up. 

[perrfectly]

[hildegardavon]

Gerda Wegener, 1886-1940

Venus et servante dans un palais exotique, n/d, watercolor paper, 20,5x27 cm

Private Collection

[yuck]

[sleg]

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

You’d break your heart to make it bigger, so why not crack your skull when the mind swells.

Richard Siken, from Landscape With a Blur of Conquerors (via wishbzne)

[okay]

I hope one day you wake up not bearing that heavy feeling anymore.

[maryjblige]

[destroymylife]

[retropicool]

[snowyfranziska-deactivated20240]

“I believe in poems as I do haunted houses. We say, someone must have died here.”

— Rosa Alcalá, “Voice: An Essay,” from MyOTHER Tongue (via bostonpoetryslam)

[knowing]

[perrfectly]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Napoleon Lapathiotis, tr. by Panayotis Sfalagakos, from “Archaic,”