Written on Skin

I am a being haunted by words They/Them

[oldwinesoul]

“Maybe that's why I romanticize: not because I'm naive, but because I need to believe even sorrow has texture, even loss has grace.”

// Huy Nguyen, The Rose-Tinted Lens: A Confession on Why I Romanticize (Almost) Everything

[luminote]

[nixscriptum]

[dumblr]

The hardest pill i had to swallow this year was learning that no matter how good you could be to somebody, and no matter how much you love them, they can and will turn their backs on you. And there's absolutely nothing you can do but accept it and keep moving forward.

[dumblr]

Suddenly I don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because I have always yearned for someone to understand my soul.

[lost-boy-grey0]

Sometimes it's just safer to keep it to myself...

[oditorie]

[thehopefulquotes]

“So do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to life? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Deside. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.”

— Greys Anatomy

[nostalgiaishere]

[nos-xl]

when the air starts to smell like a feeling I used to know

[lifeinpoetry]

The light is even

I’m behind sunglasses

Even though it’s sunless

I’m covering my eyes

Because cosmetically speaking I am in ruins

To look at my face directly would inspire nervousness

The way that looking at an abandoned or burned building

Would make a person want to lock their doors

— Niina Pollari, from “Self-Portrait as New York Geography,” Path of Totality

[latenightcornerstore]

“You crawled home that night with your heart between your knees– every bad word like a sunburn on your back. Your poured yourself up the stairs and didn’t care for what got caught in the carpet. Here’s to what was left of you. Here’s a toast, to every bad love we tried to love good again. To all the heartbreak we put back together with Elmer’s glue and duct tape. Here’s to all those bruises we tried to call love bites– Here’s to us: for stumbling our way to the backside of forever. So, nothing is perfect, amen, goddamn– but there has to be something better.”

— A TOAST, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[firstfullmoon]

“I’m thinking of dating trees next. We could just stand around all night together. We could just stand each other. I’d murmur, they’d rustle,”

— Kim Addonizio, from Wild Nights; New Poems; Postmodern Romance: Internet Dating. (via ligeia-of-the-rhine)

[hiddenshores]

“All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life—where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.”

— Miranda July, from It Chooses You

[momochasworld-deactivated202509]

I want two of us to begin everything from the beginning..

[antigonick]

“Something of you still taut still tugs still pulls, a rope that trembled hummed between us. Hummed, love, didn’t it. Love, how it hummed.”

— Sandra Cisneros, excerpt of “Vino Tinto”, in Loose Woman

[lost-boy-grey0]

Did you ever feel it too, love? Did you...?

[sawasawako-archived]

“Everyone wishes to be loved, but, in the event, nearly no one can bear it. Everyone desires love but also finds it impossible to believe that he deserves it. However great the private disasters to which love may lead, love itself is strikingly and mysteriously impersonal; it is a reality which is not altered by anything one does. Therefore, one does many things, turns the key in the lock over and over again, hoping to be locked out. Once locked out, one will never again be forced to encounter in the eyes of the stranger, oneself, who is loved. And yet – one would prefer, after all, not to be locked out. One would prefer, merely, that the key unlocked a less stunningly unusual door.”

– James Baldwin, Tell Me How Long the Train’s Been Gone

[langleavpoetry]

[lost-boy-grey0]

You make me sleep so badly, invisible friend...