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Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Other Wound”

“I finally understood what true love meant. Love meant that you cared for another person’s happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face may be.”

— Unknown

yourhoneymoongirl

lone-nyctophile

There is an inexplicable and morbid peace in finally giving into the exhaustion which you've fought for a long time.

lifeinpoetry

is mine an evil heart?

— Joey de Jesus, from "Ancha (Redux)," published in Roadmap

thatnordicguy

lmao get loved loser

get absolutely fucking treasured

remanence-of-love

librarycard

[looks for you in everything] [finds you there]

abigail

when i got home after the new years celebrations last night, i took off my boots and found this pin stuck in the bottom of one of them,, a good sign for the new year perhaps ? :-)

tendernxss

Double Helix // Knuckle Puck

tranquildeath

born to always mourn the present like it’s already become a memory

melodicpianist

femalepope

My deepest darkest fantasy is that I collapse on the street and I am rushed to the hospital. They perform a bunch of tests and find out I am severely deficient in some kind of vitamin. Then I start taking the vitamin and I become the happiest cleverest person alive because all my problems were caused by this one deficiency

heavensghost

im actually okay with being known for being a little strange and off puttting

feral-ballad

Topaz Winters, from Portrait of My Body as a Crime I'm Still Committing; “High Specific Heat”

[Text ID: “You told me I was worthy & yet you / could not extend yourself the same courtesy. / You said: I’m fine, & I heard: is the self not / its own foreign country? You, who were meant / to be every permutation of joy & instead / became an unsayable creature. Salt / spooled tight like desire & laced / in the base of the throat.”]