All is well with love and war

everlasting oath of scorned devotion. Libra. Cancer. Scorpio

[paper-wounds]

[rozieramati]

[weltenwellen]

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

[patchuolli]

I think long ago there was someone in my life who used up all of my compassion. Someone I loved very deeply who abused me, over and over again. I mean it. Over and over again. God, I had been abused before. I had. By lovers and friends but this one was so.. different. This one has left an imprint on me that has taken all of my... softness away. Everything that made me loving and kind, and sweet. I have no desire to get back to being that person. I am not loving or kind, or forgiving, or sweet. I do not care about your life. I don't want to know you. I want to be left alone.

[weltenwellen]

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

[black-salt-cage]

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

[deertush]

[havingapoemwithyou]

drive to quinebaug valley by Franny Choi

[wovi]

[letterful]

[novelconcepts]

Man, we have got to stop treating art like it has an expiration date. That show stopped airing? Doesn’t mean it can’t haunt your every waking thought. Everybody’s into this album, but you don’t have the energy for new music right now? It’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready. That movie’s fifty years old and indie as shit? Incredible, you have the chance to share it with folks who might never otherwise feel that particular punch of delight. Books don’t go bad. Shows inspire fandoms decades after they’ve wrapped up. We’re still looking at cave paintings and statue work from ancient times and letting the joy of creation bring tears to our eyes. That’s the point of art. It’s as close to immortality as we ever get. Why try to give that magic a shelf life?

[silkyswan]

[patchuolli]

There is heart break where my heart should be. A crack in the valves. I used to think I would get over it, the way it was split in half over and over again. I’d just put it back together, pat it on its back, and keep walking. Head held high, even while it was bleeding in between the lines of my chest. The crimson wanted to come out of my skin to remind me that I could still bleed something good, something beautiful, but I shoved it down. I patched it up. I took all my breakage, all my blood, all my heartbreak and I ate it. Swallowed it whole so it couldn’t come out of my chest again. But this time, it clawed at my stomach. It wanted out of my throat and to be turned into words. I couldn’t stop the bleeding. It became words.

[klaasje]

my kitty cat was wandering around going ‘mrrph?” so i was like “in here!” he goes “mrrph!” shoves open my bedroom door with his big round head and FLOPS on me. as in hard enough that he made a little “oof” noise when he did it. followed by a category five purring event. there’s good in this world mr frodo etc

[achillesinhighheels]

sorry i can’t go out tonight i’m at home sitting down

[weltenwellen]

A Conversation with Richard Siken by Thomas Hobohm

[only-cat-memes]

[stuckinapril]

Girl who’s re-cultivating hope in her future after a multiweek breakdown: I’m going to the bookstore to buy a book