[souhailbog-deactivated20240510]

[thatspecialtouch]

[metamorphesque]

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks

[text ID: My library is an archive of longings.]

[vicforprez]

[star-crossed-skeletons]

I wonder

I wonder what stories

Lay on the tips of our tongues

Never passing through the veil

As hurried hands

Engrossing

Each other

Endlessly

Till there’s nothing left

How I miss the sound of your voice

The one that spoke so loudly

Across time and space

Lost

Now that I meet your gaze

Lost

In this physical consumption

Called love

[hapless-hollow]

I’m trying to pick you out of my heart, like glass splinters. Like a thousand fangs. Like something that will make the bleeding last forever.

tumblr  -  Helaena C Moon  /  instagram  -  helaena.c.moon (via hapless-hollow)

[polkadotmotmot]

Adrian Cox - The Lost Spectral Witnesses V, 2020

[shatteredstainedglass]

They want

A pretty flower

To put in their shelf

They want

A little thing

That never withers

Or wilts

They want

Delicacy

And femininity

By their standards

But honey

The prettiest flowers

don’t last long

Not when they’re cut at their roots

Deprived of their sun

Regrow into the earth

Rip through the cement

And the walls

Find the sun

[utrippy]

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[thenewguy1984-deactivated202601]

If you don’t, get the fuck off my blog.

[spiritualseeker777]

[everythingstarstuff]

Radmila (@roving.stars)

[thereadersmuse]

This isn’t and has never been about abortion. It is about women’s rights. 

And the ugly truth? They never wanted us to have them.

[euphorictruths]

I'm Learning How To Love Myself- Gursahil Sohal (soulosaint)

[euphorictruths]

[notwar8]

[funnytwittertweets]