tenderness is in the hands

ash (she/her). i cant be fixed, and i dont care to be saved

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “The Empty Glass”, Poems 1962-2012

[jewellery-box]

Quilt 1885

Artist/maker unknown, American Made for Sarah Minturn Bacon Edge (American, 1853–1916); made for Jacob Valentine Edge (American, 1841–1913)

Medium: silk and cotton blend satin, silk floss and chenille embroidery, silk cord trim with cotton core, cotton batting, silk taffeta lining

Philadelphia Museum of Art

[derangedrhythms]

How (Not) to Speak of God who has tried to reach us, who will do anything to reach us who is enough, who is more than enough who should be extolled with our sugared tongues who knows us in our burnished windshields as we pass who remembers the honey-colored husks of the locust who knows the scent of dust, the scent of each sparrow whose shadow does not flicker under streetlights who can feel without exaggerating anything who will care when the iridescent flies swarm toward us who shall be as the wings of the dove, its coppery shadows who waits in the midst of the mosquitoes who devoured the fruit of our ground, the skin of the overripe pears who saw the world incarnadined, the current flowing whose face is electrified by its own light who could be a piece of flame, a piece of mind shimmering who can feel without eroticizing everything who will pity us when the bees disappear into their shadows who loves the dank earth, its wolves and its tigresses

Mary Szybist, from 'Incarnadine'

[eagans]

it comes and goes in waves

[booppoopadoop]

・1950s “ Christian Dior” crescent moon mini purse

[morepeachyogurt]

Cain by José Saramago translation by Margaret Jull Costa

[feral-ballad]

Jeanette Winterson, from The PowerBook

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, Don't Call Us Dead

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: i have no more room for grief. it's everywhere now. listen to my laugh and if you pay attention you'll hear a wake. ]

[weltenwellen]

Ada Limón, “To Be Made Whole”, On Being with Krista Tippett

[weltenwellen]

Rebecca Solnit, Hope In The Dark

[weltenwellen]

Rebecca Solnit, Hope in the Dark

Paul Eluard, “Right in the Middle of the Month of August”, Selected Poems(trans. Gilbert Bowen) (x)

[metamorphesque]

Emily Jungmin Yoon, "Between Autumn Equinox and Winter Solstice, Today" from A Cruelty Special to Our Species. 

[weltenwellen]

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

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Of Love”, Red Bird

[weltenwellen]

“Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.”

— Richard Siken, Editors Page: The Long and the Short of It

[weltenwellen]

Joanna Klink, from “On Diminishment”, The Nightfields

[feral-ballad]

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Instructions for Traveling West”

[vexheart]

"The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it."

poem by Mikko Harvey

[atreides]

“I drink to our ruined house To the evil of my life To our loneliness together And I drink to you— To the lying lips that have betrayed us, To the dead-cold eyes, To the fact that the world is brutal and coarse To the fact that God did not save us.”

— Anna Akhmatova, Last Toast, trans. by Kate Farris and Ilya Kaminsky

[mournfulroses]

Ottessa Moshfegh, from "Eileen: A Novel," originally published in 2015

[hopelessvalentines]

“i am a restless soul, longing for the rain that never comes.”