[lifeinpoetry]

when I howl, they hunt me when they hunt me, I disappear sooner or later I will howl sooner or later they will hunt me my disappearance will disrupt all natural processes my disappearance will be dazzling when I disappear dazzlingly, I write and when I write, I howl

— Legna Rodríguez Iglesias, from “Music for chameleons,” A little body are many parts: Un cuerpecito son muchas partes

original:

si aúllo, me cazan y si me cazan, desaparezco tarde o temprano aullaré tarde o temprano me cazarán mi desaparición interferirá en todos los procesos de la naturaleza mi desaparición será arrolladora. si mi desaparición será arrolladora, escribo y si escribo, aúllo

[ghost-sketchbook]

Is there anywhere left to go?

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Athan Anagnostopoulos, from “Maria Nephele: A Poem In Two,”

[kedamonoz-archive]

i love harvest moon 

[sixpenceee]

Via 

[etteraths]

[pinkstarlightcomputer]

Morning Dew Orange by Paul Jacobson. 2019, Pastel on paper.

[nnt-channel]

[pigmenting]

something i wish i had realized earlier: you can write poems on the same subject more than once. you can write, paint, draw the same thing over and over if you want to. you can spend your whole life making art about oranges. i think i always felt this pressure to get it right the first time like i couldn’t go back and use that inspiration again. but you can. you can go back and revisit it. you can pick up the conversation again and again if you have more to say.

[black-frieza]

[chandrilas-deactivated20180714]

Kit Harington photographed by Shayne Laverdiere

[booddzz]

[windblownleaf-deactivated202509]

“Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly. Let it cut you more deep. Let it ferment and season you as few humans and even divine ingredients can. Something missing in my heart tonight has made my eyes so soft, my voice so tender, my need for God absolutely clear.”

— Hafez

[20012001]

hobbies include sitting on my bedroom floor being absolutely devastated by the fact that i have a physical form

[rosemvry]

[xanax-bae]

[sheholdsyoucaptivated]

Mood

[lifeinpoetry]

I hated him most for not having the courage to ruin us grandly. To break all the dishes and burn down the house. Instead he sunk quiet into new arms, called her my name, each devotion repurposed.

Denied me my spilled blood, my great war. except his confession.

— Clementine von Radics, “Bitter.” In a Dream You Saw a Way to Survive