TAKE MY SOUL AND ALTER IT,
MOLD IT TO YOUR LIKING
TELL ME IT WILL MAKE YOU STAY.
dirt enthusiast
noise dept.
YOU ARE THE REASON

Andulka

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

if i look back, i am lost
AnasAbdin
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

oozey mess
almost home

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
RMH
One Nice Bug Per Day

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@loathinglimerence
TAKE MY SOUL AND ALTER IT,
MOLD IT TO YOUR LIKING
TELL ME IT WILL MAKE YOU STAY.
WHY DO I REAP THE SINS OF MAN?
IF HE FALLS, IT IS ME WHO FEELS HIS BRUISES
MY KNEES ARE SCARRED AND SCRAPED
AND THE BLOOD WILL DRY
WITH NO ONE TO HEAL MY WOUNDS.
I PICK FRUIT AS TO NOT PICK UP THE KNIFE
BUT THE BLACKBERRY WILL BLEED INTO MY WOUNDS AND STAIN MY SKIN
THE THOUGHT WILL PERSIST AND MY SOUL DOES NOT ABSTAIN
IT WILL SEEK OTHER WAYS
TO INVITE THE INEVITABLE.
"You do not yet suffer enough to suit me."
Friedrich Nietszche
— 𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞, 𝐴 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑃𝑎𝑡 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑟
i close my eyes and pray to be held
in ways that poetry embraces me
and in ways that i dreamt to have held you
guys what is the best time to ponder
early hours
night
all day everyday
WHY DO YOU LIVE AND BREATHE NORMALLY
WHILE MY AIRWAYS ARE NOT THE SAME
YOU WALK FREE
AND I AM CONSUMED BY YOU IN EVERY STEP
SHE WAS BORN TO A PALER MOTHER
IS THAT WHY SHE IS ABLE TO MOURN, AND I AM NOT?
Natalie Díaz, from “American Arithmetic”, Postcolonial Love Poem (2020)
"I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty."
Sylvia Plath
THE LIPSTICK IS RED AND SO ARE YOUR SHOES
THE ONLY CRIMSON THEY SEE IS ARE IN YOUR WOUNDS
YOUR HANDS ARE BLEEDING AND YOU LIKEN IT TO ROSES
THEY SEE YOUR HANDS AND ALL THEY KNOW ARE THE THORNS THAT CUT YOU.
"To philosophize is to learn how to die."
Michel De Montaigne
"I study myself more than any subject. That is my metaphysics, that is my physics."
Michel De Montaigne
NO ONE LOOKS AT YOUR SUFFERING THE WAY YOU DO
YOU THINK IT’S BEAUTIFUL AND THEY THINK YOU ARE A MESS