حب.

What touches my heart.

[lunamonchtuna]

— William Shakespeare, Beatrice to Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing (Act IV, Scene i) (via lunamonchtuna)

[falaknaz]

and I pray, and I hope.

[withbriefthanksgiving]

Text ID:

“I desire violently— and I wait.”

End of ID.

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

I wanna cry till I‘m empty of you.

k.b. // dirty blond - empty of you

[megairea]

“to love is to undress our names”

— Octavio Paz, from Sunstone (tr. by Eliot Weinberger)

[theundergroundwoman]

“Your name at my temple —sharp click of a cocked gun.”

Marina Tsvetaeva, “Poems for Blok”

[strokeofserenity]

Franz Kafka, “Letters to Milena.”

[diaryyun]

[nixscriptum]

less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ఌ )

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the afterword

[literaryvein]

[melpomeniee-too]

[nixscriptum]

[nixscriptum]

[mournfulroses]

Yosano Akiko, from a poem featured in River of Stars: The Poetry of Yosano Akiko

[mournfulroses]

Else Fitzgerald, from "Everything Feels Like the End of The World," publ. in 2022

[smokefalls]

Do you see this hole in my neck? Not sure if it was a bullet or a word that did it. But I’m certain two lips passed over it and left a whistling behind. And also a rustle whenever I turn to the future or the past.

Maya Abu Al-Hayyat, "Whistling" from You Can Be the Last Leaf: Selected Poems (translated by Fady Joudah)

[direwolfiex]

“You are a candle burning at both ends—

One flame is your fear, the other your desire.

Let both burn you away,

Until only Light remains.”

[seraphemia]