Infinitely Divided

🖤“Yes, as a tool I may prove good for something. But as a human being I am a wreck."🖤 Labyrinth.

[poems-and-word]

“But I tried though. Goddamnit I sure as hell did that much, now, didn’t I?” -

Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

[glossysglassyeyes]

I'm a salty person. I'm bitter over the words that I left unsaid when blinded by my own guilt.

Then some time passes and I breathe and see again. Damn it. Now I have to sit with this bitterness in my chest.

Fuck you for being able to move on while thinking you did nothing wrong.

[adrasteiax]

“Summer after summer has ended, balm after violence: it does me no good to be good to me now; violence has changed me.”

— Louise Glück, from October in “Poems 1962-2012″

[sawftdemon]

Write poetry for people.

Write poetry for people who who might leave you.

They will chew on it, tell you how it tastes

Then leave it sitting on the counter.

It will never mean as much to them, as it did to you

They don't receive it as a gift, a confession of your love, the attention you devote, or what you're willing to give up or away.

Just a bunch of words on a page.

Something you spat up while you were emotional last night. And no one wants your emotional leftovers.

[theoptia]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970

Text ID: I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall—like seeking love in a whorehouse.

[stay-close]

“Why should I be sad? I have lost someone who didn’t love me. But they lost someone who loved them.”

— Unknown

[feral-ballad]

Erika L. Sánchez, from Lessons on Expulsion: Poems; “Amá”

[langernameohnebedeutung]

A Raisin In The Sun, Lorraine Hansberry (1959)

[theoptia]

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; "Magdalene: The Addict"

Text ID: I liked Hell, / I liked to go there alone / relieved to lie in the wreckage, ruined, physically undone. / The worst had happened. What else could hurt me then?

[vikingfunerals]

the commodification of friendship is the most annoying thing to come out of the internet in ages. like actually i love to break this to you but you're supposed to help your friends move even if it's hard work. or stay up with them when they're sad even if you're gonna lose sleep. you're supposed to listen to their fears and sorrows even if it means your own mind takes on a little bit of that weight. that's how you know that you care. they will drive you to the airport and then you will make them soup when they're sick. you're supposed to make small sacrifices for them and they are supposed to do that for you. and there's actually gonna be rough patches for both of you where the balance will be uneven and you will still be friends and it will not be unhealthy and they will not be abusive. life is not meant to be an endless prioritization of our own comfort if it was we would literally never get anywhere ever. jesus.

[sovietpostcards]

Roe deer in the Moose Island Nature Reserve. Photo by A. Kholodov (Moscow oblast, 1989).

[summer-moons]

Light on the water.

[filmgifs]

You better shape up You better understand To my heart I must be true Olivia Newton-John in Grease (1978) dir. Randal Kleiser

[quotemadness]

“I don’t just want words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

[quotemadness]

“It’s not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on.”

— Marilyn Monroe

[quotemadness]

“At the end of the day, people will let you down, they will label you as something you are not, it is all to make them feel better, it is about them not you.”

— Leon Brown

[nightlyquotes]

“I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.”

— Franz Kafka