what a flammable heart i’ve been given

still, there is this terrible desire to be loved. still, there is this horror at being left behind.

[firstfullmoon]

Leila Chatti, from “The Moment When A Feeling Enters,” in Wildness Before Something Sublime

[text ID: I go on living. Deathtouched, changed, but my life arrives again / at yet. It’s May. I wake to it, thick and sweet as honey I’d forgotten.]

[mycupoverfloweth]

[9e978e]

via

[butterflyemoji]

Scans from my book collection

[heavensghost]

I love with my teeth

[anxeious]

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West

[uglyfruit]

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

[kosmogrl]

[theoptia]

Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet

[llovinghome]

[dearparentheses]

Paul Evans

[xanaxfarts]

Iron butterfly gates

[jetix]

Paphiopedilum bellatulum, 2026-03-12

[fawnaura]

Mary Oliver, from Thirst; “A pretty song”

[macabreprints]

Nara Dreamland photographed by Louise Coleman & Claire Bradshaw 5/11/13