LonelyLove

She/her, 22, Depressed

[yumetsugu]

「Gangsta」

[beautifulbizarremagazine]

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[euyrdice]

blue lock is so funny bc when the characters r friends they're like. hehe u did so good head pats group hugs lopsided smiles blue lock 4ever. and then when they're playing on opposite teams its like. u stupid bug. u brainless fool. get the fuck out of my way btw were u always such a shit player?? every affectionate nickname ive called you is now an insult. there will be no miracles here.

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

But an unquenchable love for you has never left me...

{Quotes: Alejandra Pizarnik, Approximations/Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 2, 1928-9; Sunday, October 7/chen chen, nature poem in ‘when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities’/sue zhao/ Sylvia path / Maggie Nelson, Bluets/Richard siken/Ingeborg Bachmann, In the Storm of Roses from ‘The Poem for the Reader’, tr. Mark Anderson ,paintings: pinterest}

[dailykafka]

— March 13, 1915 / Franz Kafka diaries

[mysterieuxclairdelune]

{Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath/ Cynthia D'Aprix Sweeney, The Nest/ Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life/ Susan Sontag/ Liv Ullmann, from Changing (Knopf, 1976)/ Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to J.M. Murry, dated December 14, 1919, Letters and Journals of Katherine Mansfield (Penguin Classics, 1977)/ Anne Sexton,A Self-Portrait in Letters/ Anne Sexton,A Self-Portrait in Letters/ Richard Siken/ Papi/ Anais Nin/ Ghada Al-Samman/ Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings}

[weltenwellen]

Erika L. Sánchez, from “Spring”, Lessons on Expulsion

[weltenwellen]

Audre Lorde, “From the House of Yemanjá”, The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde

[metamorphesque]

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[llovelymoonn]

yves olade slaughterhouse: "sugar apple" \\ hussein chalayan

buy me a coffee x

[panteneprovcommercial]

I Can't Love You How You Want Me To

Girl Against God - Florence + The Machine / Autobiography of Red - Anne Carson / Square - Mitski / Wishbone - Richard Siken

[weltenwellen]

Franny Choi, from "Bird Watching"

[rebelpeas]

i’m calling this one “evangelical juice cleanse”

i.

emptiness is my stomach lining cannibalizing itself, god made flesh tasting his own blood. holiness is the want of devouring, and i have never practiced self-control.

ii.

god who lives in my church’s rotten bell-tower is not god anymore unless by god you mean something that was once great whose canines have been filed down to dull blunt ends by hourly chimes. god does not eat meat anymore.

iii.

someone who knows god hands me a cup with grape-flavored grace flavored like cough syrup and piety. i am not the one to dip its burnished lip beneath a fountain overflowing; i am only holding a plastic juice bottle. it is not my job to see the fountain. it is my job to be empty.

[dogrotpdf]

Lev St. Valentine

[girldickdotcom]

masculinity by natalie pit

[metamorphesque]

— “Love Letter (Clouds)”, Sarah Manguso

[heartofmuse]

I am something more, something different, not many people understand or know. I don't quite fit anywhere, and I will never conform. If you can love me for just me, then come into my arms. Ask me no more than for what I am, and then I will be all of me with you, and will show you the universe I carry within .

e.v.e.