Clusterfuck

Twice published photographer and poet

[martyr-d0m]

infatuation

there is something about you i cant get you out of my head i know that there is infatuation on my end for once though its not overwhelming its calm soothing something i want to keep close maybe i get feels too quickly maybe thats okay at least i feel something at least im not numb i only hope that you feel it too that you get the same ping the same pull the same "there's something there" even if its not overwhelming maybe its calm soothing something you want to keep close is there infatuation on your end? is there something about me you cant get out of your head?

[martyr-d0m]

limbo

I feel like I'm stuck in limbo and my world is crumbling around me watching everyone move around me while I am stuck in the same place I have always been stuck somewhere between action and inaction seeing myself like a ghost haunted by my own thoughts stuck in the same house for eternity I should be moving doing something with my life Yet I remain solid in my stance in limbo in the middle of the crowd with people moving hastily around me its blurry at times I can see nothing at all other times I get faint glimpses of something grand The clouds cover my eyes again and I am returned to limbo I fear I will be stuck here forever with no movement But how am I supposed to move when I know that to be unstuck will bring me pain? For now I will stay save unmoving in limbo

[poetic-questions]

—Mary Oliver, “The Summer Day”

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin Vol. II: 1934-1939

[petaltexturedskies]

Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters

[literaryvein]

L. V., exhumed thoughts

[nixscriptum]

[thoughtkick]

“Before the truth can set you free you need to recognize which lie is holding you hostage.”

— Unknown

[remanence-of-love]

[catchymemes]

[the-most-humble-blog]

We are all walking graveyards of the things we were too afraid to say out loud.

https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence https://patreon.com/TheMostHumble

[poetic-questions]

—Anaïs Nin, "The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934"

[paper-wounds]

[perfectfeelings]

“Lonely isn’t being alone. It’s the feeling that nobody cares.”

— Unknown

[paper-wounds]

[nixscriptum]

[mournfulroses]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from a poem titled "Filled with wonder, totally enraptured," featured in Moscow in the Plague Years: Poem