Naray

In my existantially ambiguous era.

[naraysuda]

"To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. Nothing else affects me. Small doses, moderate loves, all the demi-teintes – all these leave me cold. I like extravagance, heat… sexuality which bursts the thermometer! I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained. I feel like a jungle animal who is escaping captivity."

— Anaïs Nin, Incest: From "A Journal of Love": The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1932-1934

[metamorphesque]

musings on touch

margaret atwood, natalie diaz, ocean vuong, susan sontag, anne carson, marya hornbacher, mary oliver

[lunamonchtuna]

— Fatima Aamir Bilal, excerpt from Moony Moonless Sky’s ‘I am an observer, but not by choice’ (via lunamonchtuna)

[kabbalicgay]

“You are embarrassed about your blood, its redness, the way it is just coming out of you with no concern for anyone’s feelings. You are (…) embarrassed to be alive.”

— In the Dream House, Carmen Maria Machado (via salemwitchtrials)

[naraysuda]

Father,

What can I possibly tell you?

That my wound has gotten so deep,

that a tree could take root in it?

— Gholamreza Barusan

پدرم

برای تو چه بگویم؟

بگویم زخمم آن‌قدر عمیق شده

که می‌توان در آن درختی کاشت؟

-غلامرضا بروسان

[naraysuda]

Hey,

Is this my dream,or yours?

Which of us will be left alone at dawn?

— Moein Dehaz, from the poem My Horse

[سلام

این‌جا خواب من است یا خواب تو؟

صبح، کدام‌مان تنها می‌شود؟

— معین دهاز، اسب من]

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from “That Which Cannot Be Stilled”, Postcolonial Love Poem

[naraysuda]

When Don Miguel Ruiz said "whatever life takes away from you, let it go" and when David Foster Wallace said "everything I have ever let go of has claw marks on it".

[feral-ballad]

Marie Howe, from What the Living Do; “Watching Television”

[naraysuda]

"Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it."

― David Foster Wallace, (on the wall of a bedroom at a recovery house for alcoholics and drug addicts)

[feral-ballad]

Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”

[naraysuda]

“I killed a plant once because I gave it too much water. lord, I worry that love is violence.” — José Olivarez, from "Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains,