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[existential-celestial]

“Hatred is a sharp knife held by the blade.”

— Noah Gundersen, from “Middle of June”

[survivyng]

soft marble sculptures appreciation post. 

[assyrianjalebi]

[clavicula-diaboli-prolis]

Forgot the best part:

[pickypicnic]

[mi-ki-ki-m]

Miki Kim

[thelovejournals]

“You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.”

— Anita Ofokansi, Literary Sexts

[songofachilles]

“the roman empire falls at your feet, obedient. death calls on a card and runs his thumb across your red-lipped grin. yes, he says, i will wait.”

— THE EMPRESS // [t.s.r.]

[kaafka]

“a kiss like cherries and dirt: as sublime, as corrosively filthy.”

— Pratyusha Prakash (via granadavirgen)

[daddyfuckedme]

“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”

— Kait Rokowski (via zeychka)

[hazyaffection]

“You have my permission not to love me; I am a cathedral of deadbolts and I’d rather burn myself down than change the locks.”

— Rachel McKibbens, “Letter from My Brain to My Heart” (via poetrist)

[seatouch]

“world wars are fought on the expanse of your back. austria-hungary digs its fingernails into your sides and the han dynasty presses its thumbs to your spine. empires are lost between your ribs and lost armies still sing odes to the curve of your lips.”

— THE EMPRESS, PART III // part i // [t.s.r.] (via pynchs)

[audibleglitter]

“Before you kiss someone for the first time, just wait. Take a second to look at them. They are so new, so unfamiliar. Right now you don’t know how they taste, how their hands will press against your skin, how they’ll breathe. You won’t see them like this again. Look at them wanting - the apprehension in their eyes. They don’t know either. In their mind you are uncharted territory. Isn’t that special? Keep it. That’s how you’ll never lose them. Every so often afterwards look at them through these eyes. Don’t lose that wonder. Don’t lose the spark.”

— (via schreaming)

[meanwhilepoetry]

“I am still learning how hope is sometimes a dark thing disguised as a bluebird and how some bluebirds never come back home.”

— Nikita Gill, Fragment #4

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

““It will hurt, my love,” whispers the moon through the cold wind that bites into her skin. “But it will be worth it, this I promise you.””

— Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #194 // This little love

[schuylerpeck]

“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 bluebeardsbride)

[seatouch]

“Perhaps cherries look violent in the sunlight [You are all honey and rage] Perhaps you should let the moon be your couturier.”

— - “Oscar Wilde”, The Cynical Idealist. (via thecynical-idealist)

[astro-hotline]

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”

—

Sylvia Plath-The Bell Jar

A warning to Gemini, Virgo, Sagittarius, Pisces, and Libra placements. You five out of all the zodiacs have the ability to see all the possible choices in front of you. At the same time, you see so many possibilities that you may not make choices the way you need to. All of those possibilities will wither away if you aren’t careful.