[feral-ballad]

June Gehringer, “EARTH IS AN ANAGRAM FOR HEART, U FUCKING IDIOTS”

[Text ID: “I don’t want to talk about it. / I want to lie in what little grass remains / and try to fit your heart inside of mine.”]

[chillpotato]

Mieko Kawakami, from 'Heaven'

[artandchocolate]

[metamorphesque]

— Apprehensions, Sylvia Plath

[text ID: Is there no way out of the mind?]

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

[metamorphesque]

—On Love, Marina Tsvetaeva

[text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.]

˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗    

[originalvisual]

red velvet - seulgi & irene: naughty (for sweet anon)

[primulaceas]

Gabriela Mistral, from a letter to Doris Dana c. January 1950 (translated by Velma García-Gorena)

[love]

[inkehli-deactivated20140731]

[sexondary]

[karolinakoryl]

[capacity]

Why are you single

I literally don’t leave my house and I don’t talk either

[bled]

by Adriana M. Martínez

[siyahinbabasi]