falling asleep in each other's arms,
July 20, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]
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falling asleep in each other's arms,
July 20, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]
i haven’t stopped thinking about this tweet for days
— josé olivarez // natalie diaz
reblogging this to add that I often think about the old man yaoi mangaka on bluesky who said "the phrase that finally convinced me that the English language is truly beautiful was 'this shit is so ass'"
When the world knew what beauty was, ugliness was born. When the world knew what good was, evil was born.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
Makenzie Campbell, from a poem featured in "2 a.m. Thoughts," originally published in 2017
Taylor Swift, Red
the beauty of a full moon never disappoints
Ariel Day, from a poem titled "Long Term Memory," featured in Black Roses: Poems about Love, Heartbreak, Mental Health, Self Love
Margaret Atwood, The Animals in That Country; from ‘Speeches for Dr Frankenstein’
TEXT ID: you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth.
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
Albert Camus, The Fall