love is the warmest color 💌

«sólo tengo sed de cosas bellas, considerando todo esto, creo, en fin, que todo irá mejor.» Also @amorviral on tumblr.

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

She tried to leave, but the house was too vast, its rooms too complicated to find her way out.

– Natalia Theodoridou, Sour Cherry

[velartis]

Franz Kafka, 1912

[aconissa]

Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle Vincent van Gogh, Garden at Arles (1888)

[samanthamuljat]

A Series of Seaside Mishaps.

[feral-ballad]

Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”

[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us

[weltenwellen]

Chelsea Dingman, from "Psychogeography"

[weltenwellen]

Anne Sexton, from “Snow”, The Complete Poems

[metamorphesque]

Vardges Petrosyan, The Last Teacher (translated by metamorphesque)

[flowerytale]

Frank O'Hara, from “Biotherm (for Bill Berkson)”, The Collected Poems

[sloppystyle]

[soracities]

"what it looks like to us and the words we use", ada limón

[howelljenkins]

having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer

[howelljenkins]

to love and be loved is to rest

[flowerytale]

Louise Glück, from "Persephone the Wanderer", Averno

[luthienne]

George Seferis, from Collected Poems; "Memory I" (tr. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)

[Text ID: I whispered: memory hurts wherever you touch it,]

[flowerytale]

Kate Chopin, from The Awakening

[feral-ballad]

Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind

[Text ID: “I never fought back, I learned how to cry silently, I bore my sins.”]

[flowerytale]

Ilya Kaminsky, from "Dancing in Odessa"