[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

[lifeinpoetry]

“the worst thing about love is i remember it.”

— ​June Gehringer, from “I get so jealous of euthanized dogs.“ published in Peach

[cctinsleybaxter]

forget baby fever, the perceived need to grab any piece of free furniture you see in your 20s is unreal

[theoptia]

Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit and Three Other Plays; “The Flies”

Text ID: But I—What am I but an empty shell? Some creature has devoured me, gnawed out my inner self.

[derangedrhythms]

Gemma Files, There is No Death, There are No Dead: Tales of Spiritualism Horror; from ‘Haunt Me’

[noelbadgespugh]

[dionysian-mystery]

Dirty Valentine by Richard Siken

[wedarkacademia]

[theoptia]

Louise Glück, from Winter Recipes from the Collective: Poems

Text ID: the month being December, the month of darkness.

[lapiz-nomada]

[adrasteiax]

“Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.”

— Barbara Kingsolver, The Lacuna  (via rabbitinthemoon)

[weltenwellen]

Warsan Shire, from "Extreme Girlhood", Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

[hel7l7]

please don’t leave again

[geryone]

Woman, Eat Me Whole, Ama Asantewa Diaka

[coldbrewnette]

I blog for the girls who cry on their birthdays and lose a little bit of themselves during the summer months

[elirluna]

tshirt that says "IF U ASK ME ABOUT MY CAREER I WILL KILL MYSELF IN FRONT OF U"

[firstfullmoon]

Franz Wright, from “Our Conversation” [ID in alt text]