i talk to god but the sky is empty

(19) Vent side blog. i follow from my main petite-lunas. Actually traumatized. KINK/NSFW BLOGS DNI

[user-boxer]

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[morningstarchild93]

e-offering to Mother Mary

[saint-stanthony]

a prayer to Our Lady of Sorrows

sharing a card I made and prayer I wrote to the sorrowful mother, feel free to use!

Holy Mary, Blessed Mother of Sorrows

As you know perfect love and tenderness, you understand bearing the weight of pain, traumas and grief

Lady of Compassion, soften my grieving heart so that it may grown from confines of despair

Let my sorrows become joys and peace be felt once more

At my most broken and desolate state may I be consoled by your embrace and the comfort of your motherly presence

Amen

[expressingexperience]

[meanb0ne]

[kosmogrl]

[roadkillangell]

Girls will say they're fine and then they'll get nauseous thinking about it

[divinerapturesys]

literally what the fuck

- Yang

[roadkillangell]

If you hate your family clap your hands

[adampvrrish]

life really is just like. you meet people you love them and then you lose them and you never see them again. and it's inevitable and it happens to everyone and there's nothing you can do about it

[adampvrrish]

richard siken quote. you know the one

[absolvam]

“The place that I fit in doesn’t exist, / Until I destroy it.”

— — Jasmine Gibson, from “Hollow Delta,” Don’t Let Them See Me Like This (via lifeinpoetry)

[theoptia]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; January 4th, 1966

Text ID: I’ve got this thing—my mind. It gets bigger, it’s appetite is insatiable.

[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

[weltenwellen]

Fernando Valverde, tr. by Carolyn Forché, from “Virginia Tech, Blacksburg, Virginia, 2007.”

[absolvam]

My father hovers at the threshold to my room like he’s standing on the edge of a crevice that could swallow him whole. He tells me there is fresh fasoulia and fattoush, I should eat He tells me this because he never could say I love you, are you okay?

Y.C.

[lifeinpoetry]

call me sea glass        because you can only                      love me

when i’m broken & small & harmless.

— jaye simpson, from “sea glass,” it was never going to be okay

[feral-ballad]

Words—I move cautiously among them as they can turn threatening;

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Stefan Tobler, from Água Viva