cigarettafüstmámor.

Különös, titkos és ritkán mosolygó. Az éjbe néző. Fáradt. Enyhe. Csöndes.

[lunamonchtuna]

— Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women: a world poetry anthology (via lunamonchtuna)

[signedthemoon]

— isa b. this survival hasn't been soft

[dmcdani]

[mournfulroses]

Ada Limón, from a poem titled "Late Summer After a Panick Attack", featured in The Carrying: Poems

[themarchingbeetle]

[petaltexturedskies]

[understands]

[feral-ballad]

Aaiún Nin, from Broken Halves of a Milky Sun: Poems; “Tell me of the first time you were poisoned”

[prospects]

[hektor-world]

Mood

[thoughtkick]

“We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.”

— Veronica Roth, Divergent

[paper-wounds]

[perfectfeelings]

“Beautiful, you said. You said I was beautiful, and when you said it, I was.”

— Sandra Cisneros, from Woman at Hollering Creek: Stories; “Never Marry a Mexican”

[psikonauti]

Laivi Põder (Estonian, contemporary)  

[nixscriptum]

[nixscriptum]

[landsccape]