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[midnightinshadow]

[midnightinshadow]

[figens33]

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/243761312-sangbibiers?ac=1&from_search=true&qid=rnV1PoOBAX&rank=1

[meta4you]

Of all the female sins, hunger is the least forgivable; hunger for anything, for food, sex, power, education, even love. If we have desires, we are expected to conceal them, to control them, to keep ourselves in check. We are supposed to be objects of desire, not desiring beings.

Laurie Penny | Unspeakable Things

[meta4you]

I don’t believe in “accessible art” when what they mean is “art that doesn’t make us feel stupid.” Feeling stupid is the first step to thinking deeply.

m.snera

[soraya-poetry]

"One day you'll wake up and say to yourself, 'that's enough.' I hope you get there."

Soraya // The Unbearable Weight of Remembering

[ninesinnin]

untitled no.32

in the backlight of better years  i looked for you, restlessly  spent nights biding time waiting upon the cusp of a tomorrow that never came, for a boy  who never aged and dragged his heels at getting older  all the same, 

now i find i need little  and demand even less for it is what remains of us, that is enough.

those memories, so simple   of smoke, wishbone-white  pale-exhalations, curling   as if along porcelain;  and suddenly, there it is, notice, the hammering of this tawdry-heart  resurrected within.

[meta4you]

You don’t miss people, you miss the version of yourself that existed, when they loved you.

M.snera

[meta4you]

Some days,

I am just a tree in late October

learning to unclench my fists,

letting dead leaves fall

without apology.

There is peace in the falling.

[meta4you]

There’s rot beneath the silence, but it smells like perfume. I think that’s how grief survives, by pretending to be beautiful.

M.snera

[meta4you]

Some nights I mistake detachment for peace. They’re not the same, but they wear the same face in the dark.

M.snera

[meta4you]

You taught me that endings don’t need witnesses. Just quiet. Just the slow collapse of what once dared to exist.

M.snera

[meta4you]

Things I Desperately Need Right Now

[meta4you]

I polish myself into glass. Every crack glares back, mocking me. Nothing is ever enough, but I keep chiseling anyway.

M.snera

[meta4you]

You are not unloved, you are just loved in ways too small to reach your hunger.

M.snera

[meta4you]

You crave freedom, but keep handcuffing yourself to memories that left you bleeding.

M.snera

[meta4you]

You forgive everyone except the one person who begs for it daily, "Yourself".

M.snera