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You're responsible for YOU. Always put effort in everything you do.

[luthienne]

Tony Hoagland, from Application for Release from the Dream; “The Complex Sentence”

[luthienne]

Tony Hoagland, from Application for Release from the Dream; "Wasp"

[exitwound]

text id: A not admitting of the wound (1188) by Emily Dickinson. // A not admitting of the wound / Until it grew so wide / That all my Life had entered it / And there were troughs beside — // A closing of the simple lid that opened to the sun / Until the tender Carpenter / Perpetual nail it down — /end id.

[kangtaebins]

he knows what he's doing-- bonus: <33

[grocerystore-gf]

one last stop by casey mcquiston // From Eden - Hozier // 39 ways that i love u - “The Beatrice Letters” (a series of unfortunate events) ~ lemony snicket // Hans Makart - Detail from Musikalische Unterhaltung , 1874 // Edgar Allan Poe //39 ways that i love u - “The Beatrice Letters” (a series of unfortunate events) ~ lemony snicket // Cornelia Street - taylor swift // nobody - Hozier // via instagram @artqueerhabibi // this love - taylor swift // Antony Gormley //

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[weltenwellen]

Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

[antigonies]

“These 206 lonely bones have each gained a type of consciousness; they pretend not to harbor hard feelings about me, my ungodly molecularity. What can I say about my shadow? It loves the unlit street more than it does me. Sometimes a body is that which happens to you.”

— Billy-Ray Belcourt, “NDN Homopoetics”. Published in the Academy of American Poets

[antigonies]

“With this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, I will turn myself into a gun, because it’s all I have, because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me ‘cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth.”

— Richard Siken, excerpt from Wishbone

[plantinghuman]

Funny way to find out which plant you might like to buy.

Source: apartmenttherapy.com

[herbwicc]

FOR MY FOLLOWERS THAT HAVE DIFFICULTY CARING FOR PLANTS AND ASK WHAT THEY SHOULD BUY, THIS IS REALLY GREAT!! 

[antigonies]

“i am afraid of my body & the ways / that it fails me”

— Safia Elhillo, from “application for the position of abdelhalim hafez’s girl,” The January Children

[antigonies]

“If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart.”

— Margaret Atwood

[orqanize-and-study]

(via mermaidsbones)

[antigonies]

“I will turn myself into a gun, because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.”

— Richard Siken, “Wishbone”

[antigonies]

“You are red, you are human and distorted. You have been starved, you are hungry. I have nothing to feed you.”

— Margaret Atwood, Excerpt of Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein from Selected Poems 1965-1975

[soracities]

“I’m tired, tired of being enclosed here. I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.”

— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights   (via educazionesentimentale)

[blythebaird]

“WHAT CAME BEFORE THE STARVING I am ten years old. My favorite game to play is Outdoor Survival. Teachers write on my report card that I work well independently, but not with others. At home, I tear flowers from my mothers garden. Make salad from roots and stems, perfume from plucked petals. Bathe in the sewer. Remember- you are cleaner than the water that comforts you. Take off the dogs collar. Call her wolf. When your belly mutters, do not go inside. When chopped up dandelions do not quiet the childish whine of hunger, stay outside. Dig a hole in the dirt beside the porch. Sleep under a heavy blanket of mulch. Wonder if it is piled too high to get out of, but not in a worried way, just a curious way. Wonder if your mother knows you have left. Assume she is still on the phone with someone who is more important than you. Looking back, I wonder why survival was my entertainment of choice- if anorexia has always been mutely boiling inside of me. If, even then, there was a reason I mistook my stomachs siren for audience applause. Why I was so proud- I came inside only to brag to my mother, Look, Mom. Look how little I can get by on!”

— WHAT CAME BEFORE THE STARVING, by Blythe Baird

[brownie-eyes]

There are days I want people to like me more than I want to change the world.

// Blythe Baird

[luthienne]

Do you have Quotes about commitment issues/trust issues/ isolation?

Clarice Lispector, An Apprenticeship, or The Book of Delights

“As members of human society, perhaps the most difficult task we face daily is that of touching one another—whether the touch is physical, moral, emotional or imaginary. Contact is crisis. As the anthropologists say, ‘Every touch is a modified blow.’”

—Anne Carson, Dirt and Desire: Essay on the Phenomenology of Female Pollution in Antiquity

“But why is it that the more we come in contact with people the more remote we feel? Even the kindness shown to us makes us feel different, and alone and sad.”

—Kahlil Gibran, Beloved Prophet: Love Letters

“It does me no good; violence has changed me. / My body has grown cold like the stripped fields; / now there is only my mind, cautious and wary, / with the sense it is being tested.”

—Louise Glück, Averno; “October”

“The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.”

—Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“Only here’s what I really, really want someone to explain to me. What if one happens to be possessed of heart that can’t be trusted—?”

—Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“I could not explain the breaking away, the withdrawal that took place in me.”

—Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. I

“For how could one express in words these emotions of the body? express that emptiness there?”

—Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“It was like not feeling real any more. Disconnected despite all the talking. Watching the self I’d built up over four or five years just crack and fall off me like paint.”

—Eimear McBride, The Lesser Bohemians

“Hosts / of regrets come and find me empty. / I don’t feel this will change. / I don’t want any thing / or person, familiar or strange. / I don’t think I will sing / anymore just now; / or ever.”

—John Berryman, Delusion, etc.

“…I was not wild, not volcanic, I was rigid and self-protective; the form my self-protectiveness took was exclusion: that which I feared, I ignored…”

—Louise Glück, Proofs & Theories: Essays on Poetry

“You cease indeed to talk, which is a custom prevalent among things parted and torn…”

—Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters

“Language crumbled into dust under the weight of her speechlessness.”

—Angela Carter, Burning Your Boats

“Brittle, not from solitude, but from mistrust, the aftermath of violence.”

—Louise Glück, Vita Nova; “The Garment”

“she knew how to detach herself, / another unforgivable sin, / and when the stones were hurled, / she simply wasn’t there,”

—H.D., Collected Poems

“I had been withdrawing into a retreat of numbness: it is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch one. But my honest self revolted at this, hated me for doing this.”

—Sylvia Plath, Unabridged Journals

“When I go to say what I think, I don’t want to / anymore. I don’t feel like I am where you are; / I’m not in the world except by appearance.”

—Alice Notley, Certain Magical Acts

“To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked. […] You think what will they do what new power will they acquire if they see me naked like this.”

—Anne Carson, Red Doc>

“I am always astonished, amazed that people should be kind. It makes me want to weep. You know. It’s dreadfully upsetting. What! Can it be that they have a heart! They are not playing a trick on me, not ‘having me on’, not ready to burst their sides at my innocence?”

—Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to J.M. Murry

“I am very concerned when I imagine how strangled and cut off you currently live, afraid of touching anything that is filled with memories (and what is not filled with memories?). You will freeze in place if you remain this way. You must not, dear. You have to move.”

—Rainer Maria Rilke, The Dark Interval

“But my faith seems naive, at least today. Maybe tomorrow I can believe again.”

—Anaïs Nin, Nearer the Moon