literary porn

this is my playground. literature is our jungle gym.

[litpo]

Let us say to one another: I am yours— and know finally that we will only ever be as much as we are willing to save of one another.

Postcolonial Love Poem, Natalie Diaz

[litpo]

But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

Circe, Madeline Miller

[litpo]

You can teach a viper to eat from your hands, but you cannot take away how much it likes to bite.

Circe, Madeline Miller

[litpo]

He said what he meant; he was puzzled if you did not. Some people might have mistaken this for simplicity. But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart?

The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller

[litpo]

To not have been destroyed, to not have given up, to have survived, is no badge of honor. Would you call an attempted murder victim resilient?

There There, Tommy Orange

[litpo]

Ordinary... is what you are used to. This may not seem ordinary to you now, but after a time it will. It will become ordinary.

The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood

[litpo]

There is more than one kind of freedom... Freedom to and freedom from.

The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood

[litpo]

I do not believe ambitious men who say the only route to peace and prosperity lies in giving them more power—particularly when they do it with lands and people who are not theirs.

The Empire of Gold, S.A. Chakraborty

[litpo]

is anyone out there?

it feels unlikely that anyone who follows this blog still uses tumblr (it’s been years since the last time I logged on).

[litpo]

After a secret’s been told, everyone becomes a prophet.

The Mothers, Brit Bennett

[litpo]

Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.

Hafez

[velvet-plats]

I want all my secrets back

six word story   (via aprisity)

[litpo]

No one could solve my dilemma nor could they tell me where I come from. Now, lost at the crossroads my heart bleeds, wondering which way is home.

Rumi

[boykeats]

dictionary poem xlvi by keaton st. james

[litpo]

When he seeks opportunity, he is told, in effect, to lift himself by his own bootstraps, advice which does not take into account the fact that he is barefoot.

“The Negro Revolution–Why 1963?”, Martin Luther King Jr.

[litpo]

Three hundred years of humiliation , abuse and deprivation cannot be expected to find voice in a whisper.

“The Negro Revolution--Why 1963?”, Martin Luther King Jr.

[litpo]

Until this culture can acknowledge the pathology of white supremacy, we will never create a cultural context wherein the madness of white racist hatred of blacks or the uncontrollable rage that surfaces as a response to that madness can be investigated, critically studied, and understood.

Killing Rage, bell hooks