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ink for blood

[fyp-psychology]

This is how writers fall in love: they feel complicated together and then they talk about it.

Leslie Jamison, The Empathy Exams: Essays (via fyp-psychology)

[writerswritecompany]

‘She is fierce’ - Shakespeare-inspired quote pencil

[wnq-writers]

I will soak you up like waves, I will rain all over your skin, but promise me you won’t hold up your umbrella. You won’t wash out my sins

datragic-poet  (via wnq-writers)

[reeftree]

he left me hanging when I was alone and high

[namedrodrigo]

#stilllife Monday, 2016.

Marz by John Grant.

[felisque-blog]

untitled by dailydoseofjess on Flickr.

[jamesandrewcrosby]

Forgotten Letter #699 by James Andrew Crosby

[wintertangerine]

Dreamed of peach trees. Dreamed, again, of drowning. Dreamed of highways becoming rivers. Dreamed of me, my long hair in flames, my body no longer a body, but a burnt offering, strange smoke rising up to meet him.

Nicola Maye Goldberg in “Wisconsin”

Read the rest of the prose here.

There is a content warning for sexual assault in this piece. 

(via wintertangerine)

[literarymarvel]

[artegiornaledinastasia]

Saturday, July 02th, 2016 -

[saziyesworld]

[wordsnquotes]

I’m twenty years old and look at me– there isn’t a thing I want to do.

Markus Zusak, I Am The Messenger (via wordsnquotes)

[astagesetforcatastrophe]

You are just like that: all wrapped up in honey with teeth underneath. Yet I still take it up into my mouth. Even when there is a big hunger inside but no more stomach for it. With tornadoes, the best thing to do is to stay back from the windows. But don’t go under yet. Look at it first. How it is killing the fields. Skinning it like deer down the middle.  Today, the sky cannot remember red. Today, it is the land answering to the loss of you.

astagesetforcatastrophe, it is the sky with dementia  (via astagesetforcatastrophe)

[hepburny]

Mr. Tomato never mentioned narcotics to me. It makes me furious the way all these wretched people keep persecuting him. He’s a deeply sensitive person. A darling old man!

Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961) dir. Blake Edwards

[wordsnquotes]

No one will understand you. It is not, ultimately, that important. What is important is that you understand you.

Matt Haig, The Humans (via wordsnquotes)

[edgynameformyblog]

[wnq-writers]

I typed words into his mouth with my fingers

dynuh (via wnq-writers)