your sense of home

poetry, photography, prose

[mpdrolet]

[weltenwellen]

Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

[nosebleedclub]

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My life was really, really different before. I want to tell you about what happened that changed everything, but I’m not ready. So for now I’ll just share my photographs from what feels like a past life.

[lunarmothlesbian]

“there are letters tied between your thighs that i would love to read”

- untitled

[libramoonlesbian]

she loved the moon so much but could not accept the fact that the moon could never love her back

[libramoonlesbian]

i miss the sea, how it painted my body in foam

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before and after

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before & after of the sky ft birds

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sunrise mountain 🌄

[adventuresonly]

[florealegiardini]

Garden in Schönbrunn Palace, Vienna, Austria ~ Sarah Longworth

[poeticsuggestion]

“how to love a mortal: i. stay away from him. gods do not love. you are a god. do not love something that will someday die. ii. small-boned, soft-hearted, voice smooth as stones. when he breaks his ankle you think to yourself: oh, how easily the world wounds him. oh, how easily he bleeds. iii. he kisses you first. he is thirteen and human and he will someday die. do not kiss him back. iv. you say: mother, can a god love a boy? thetis sharpens her teeth. she says: well, what good has love ever done? v. you were born a weapon but you kiss him anyway. you kiss him because he is beautiful and temporary and you do not yet understand what it means to kill. vi. making love to him feels like being remade, doesn’t it? here, the knife in his mouth. here, the starlight in his eyes. here, his sweat on your tongue like salt of the river Styx. vii. in this dream, you kill Agamemnon. in this dream, there is no war. in this dream, he lives forever. viii. he puts your clothes on and you forget he is mortal. he puts your clothes on and he forgets it, too. ix. when the world burned, your mother whispered: you knew, didn’t you? i told you not to love something that will someday die. x. you do not say: i knew, but i was selfish. i am a god. it is my nature.”

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Natalie Wee // Achilles Dreaming

(Patroclus Dreaming)

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[lunarmothlesbian]

"there are letters tied between your thighs that i would love to read"

- love note

[lunarmothlesbian]

i am so

i am so

i am so

i am so

i am so

i am so

lonely.

[lunarmothlesbian]

Her lips and cheeks reminded me of roses Imbedded in her pale, freckled face. Her kindness left me in constant comfort And the thought of her kept me stable. Her passion for knowledge and learning Made me want to live and grow with her. We could have been two rose buds ready for spring. Her dainty seed belonged to a boy Who did not appreciate her the way I did; He reeked of cigarettes and she smelled like roses. All I intended to do was water her with love And admire her and watch her sprout, But her lungs were infested with his breath. I could not pluck her from the garden Because she was entangled in all of his weeds. Her heart was as red as a rose, But it did not love me.

the gardener

[lunarmothlesbian]

i feel oddly empty without ever having been full to begin with

because of her