what do you meme

[sunsbleeding]

[weltenwellen]

Nicole W. Lee, from "Even the Dust"

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: I just want to be loved without being shredded into pieces. ]

[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

[weltenwellen]

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

[exactlyhow]

@sketiana on tumblr // Clementine Von Radics, James // Nicole Homer, Underbelly // unknown // Taylor Swift, You're On Your Own Kid // Speeches for Dr Frankenstein, Margaret Atwood // Anna Akhmatova, tr. by Lenore Mayhew and William Mcnaughton, from Poem Without A Hero and Selected Poems; “In a dream”

[sapphothetic-moved]

richard siken, clementine von radics

[dogrotpdf]

why am I literally going insane rn [checks the date] ah yes, how silly of me to have forgotten the sunday torments

[dogrotpdf]

where can i put it down sundays

[moonstoast]

If my body could sprak; "eat" by blythe baird // ocean voung // pinterest // ? // @ibvyache // holly warburton // @star-eaters @antidecay // @chenchenwrites on twitter // domenico fiasella // hum, hum by mary oliver

[dogrotpdf]

I WISH I WAS BITE SIZED.

tanya tucker / cj hauser / franz kafka / mary lambert (@heavensghost ) / ib vyache / cj hauser / sun yuan and peng yu / mitski 

[funeral]

Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments

[footnoteinhistory]

“Oh, you know, you realize that grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. And I think, you know, this is the last act of loving someone. And you realize that it will never end. You get to do this, to translate this last act of love for the rest of your life. And so, you know, it's– really, her absence is felt every day.

“And ever since I lost her, I felt that my life has been lived in only two days, if that makes any sense. You know, there's the today, where she is not here, and then the vast and endless yesterday where she was, even though it's been three years since. How many months and days? But I only see it in — with one demarcation. Two days — today without my mother, and yesterday, when she was alive. That's all I see. That's how I see my life now.”

-Ocean Vuong, NPR

[ell-hs]

i take off my hands but you dont want them

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//@ell-hs / simone de beauvoir / i wish I never met you, babygirl / fleabag / @ell-hs / richard siken //

[lifeinpoetry]

I don’t have enough money to feel sad for as long as I want to feel it

I would like to sleep here on this bench and let the weather erode me

But I have to arrange my body back onto the subway

And go under the river to the city

And enter its black buildings like vertical grave markers

Sorry this metaphor is so on the nose

And if you’re still following well thanks

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

[johnbottoms]

hate when men have big beautiful brown eyes like a baby cow . shut the fuck up

[shanastoryteller]

i know kindness exists because i am kind

[shanastoryteller]

"people aren't good"

i am people. i am good

you are wrong

[shanastoryteller]

if you are capable of it then so are others

be your own proof of concept

[bookofjudith]

Girls Against God, Florence + the Machine // Interlude, Jeremy Lipking

[wedarkacademia]

Louise Glück's

[lifeinpoetry]

“you’re so polite with your sadness. you don’t want to ruin this for anyone.”

— — Silas Melvin, from “Twenty,” Grit