The other day, lying in bed, I felt my heart beating for the first time in a long while. I realized how little I live in my body, how much in my mind.
Rodger Kamenetz , from Terra Infirma
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The other day, lying in bed, I felt my heart beating for the first time in a long while. I realized how little I live in my body, how much in my mind.
Rodger Kamenetz , from Terra Infirma
save me, sister.
okay so,, i wrote something,,,
"Don't you wonder sometimes, what might have happened if you tried?" -Kazuo Ishiguro, Never let me go
"Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed . You will never be here again."
-Homer, The Ilidad
“Show me a hero, and I'll write you a tragedy.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald
Mary Oliver
Ophelia x my tears ricochet
When the rain pours and the moon hides, I want to feel her, touch her, smell her; maybe you told her to love me, maybe I'd feel it through her
we were like gods at the dawning of the world
and our joy was so bright we could see nothing but the other
“(…) people kiss and hold hands and fall in love and fuck and laugh and cry and hurt others and nurse broken hearts and start wars and pull sleeping children out of car seats and shout at each other. If you could harness that energy—that constant, roving hunger—you could do wonders with it. You could push the earth inch by inch through the cosmos until it collided heart-first with the sun.”
— In the Dream House, Carmen Maria Machado (via deformititties)
somedays, i'd like pastel pink. // the scent of your cedarwood perfume // gushing through the sunlit room as // you'd softly fall into my arms. // and promise to never leave. // old school love signs // but we could never adapt. // had a universe left to chase. // and a void to fill with your // laughter. and the giggles// and our smiles. // evening sunsets sitting on our roof. // and i'd stitch a new dress for // every night. you were never late. // you never forgot. and // though i dared not confess, // i felt safer in your arms than not.
somedays, i'd like mint green. // the smell of your aftershave // pressing against my chest // as i sat tracing the // curves along your back. our // hands entwined, and i could// feel your breath right // under my chin. // love me, please. // and love me kindly. // i need you today. and // i'll need you tomorrow. // we'd lay under the stars, // rest our hearts while, // i put my pills away. // you'd be there right by my side. // and i'd have hope, // just for another day.
sometimes, i'd like flimsy blues. // and we'd sketch our thoughts on // a canvas and wait for // the spirals to put themselves // into place. // and sit by roadside inns // counting black and silver cars // that pass by. and draw hearts on // the sidewalk, watch the world // fall in love each time // you smile. we'd drink our sins like // grape juice on another // friday morning, and know that // things were right with us. // and with me. // we'd catch up on the doings // of the day. platonic whispers and // everything pretty our moon can't see.
~ Kisha
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Scarlet Year
It seems as though we have longingly, witnessed & waited for this year to drown. Throwing ourselves at the fires constantly, or sometimes just holding you until you calmed down. Just let me reminiscence of everything good, I’ll try to write down whatever comes to mind. All of these people that I never understood, the wolves that find themselves leading the blind. I tenderly try to ease the page, her margins reminding me of your tense shoulders. To press the memories of laughter and rage, with these certain eyes of certain beholders. It’s been good though, destroying everything in sight. I try to kiss your knuckles, scarlet & sore. But these times I’ve spent with you, I find that they just keep fading away, more & more.
~ kisha