and i would burn if it meant the world would watch

[mjgbms]

someday my children will want to meet my younger self. they'll question my dreams and whether their becoming interrupted mine. they won't know that my becoming is them

[mjgbms]

stick season by noah kahan contains all the theme songs of the flanel-shirt-blue-cap-lives-back-home guy in hallmark movies

[mjgbms]

francesca by hozier is easily one of the best love songs out there.

the fact that she is suffering an eternity of torture which includes being stuck in a hurricane but still loves paolo just as much as she loved him when they were alive

the fact that hozier said in an interview: "there's no punishment in spending an eternity arm in arm with the person you'd die for"

the fact that she admits that she would do it all again (go through a terrible death and then litreal hell and torture) just to hold him for a single minute

the fact that the song ends with the lyrics "heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i" and were the song played on repeat the end would flow perfectly with the beginning in order to mimic the hurricane

[mjgbms]

sometimes i read old poetry and think "damn, i wrote this?"

other times i read old poetry and make peace with the eternal shame that comes with how absolutely mortifying the writing is

[ashstfu]

born to love forced to grieve

[ashstfu]

[robobee]

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner-deactiv]

Palestinian poet, Mahmoud Darwish

[mjgbms]

Primo Levi, in his memoir, 1947

[wovi]

mitski / tamino / trista mateer

[tunisian]

langston hughes

[newyearoldangel]

sufjan stevens

[wovi]

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[mjgbms]

[orpheuslament]

everything is about cain & abel except when its about antigone & polynices

[waitingforthesunrise]

You are not an angel. you are just a girl // so scared of falling you’ll burn anything to fly // so set on anger you forgot about grief.// amber wings and golden eyes // mascara. lipstick. // lord, give me a sword // blood is a sign I was here. // come, God said, and so you went // a lamb? a calf? no, some messenger // you wouldn’t crave a sacrifice if you weren’t guilty. // go on. admit you wanted to die. go on and say you don’t know how // poison can be holy if you do it right. // sometimes god sends angels and sometimes he pulls you apart // pinned to the concrete while he attaches the wings // here is the tape. here is more feathers. //  do not be afraid, hooked on the back of your throat // don’t you think it’s funny? I wouldn’t know who I was, if I wasn’t scared // bless God for the quiet terror of existence. blessings and blood // peace on earth. goodwill to men. // melted wax on the sink. // another angel, another flight // God, I have dreamed of burning. the closest thing to peace. // you are not an angel. you are just a girl// who does not know how to put down her sword. 

[will80sbyers]

I am obsessed with this letter.