nya~

fumbling uncertain towards a curtain call that no one wants to happen - that no one's gonna clap for at all but that still has to be

[shslidolizing]

some ded dorks

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am dry with longing and I hunger for her.

Sappho, from Poems Of Sappho (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

You have forgotten me, or you love someone else more.

Sappho, from Fragments (via violentwavesofemotion)

[beryl-azure-blog]

there is a moment when i look at you, and no speech is left in me. my tongue breaks, then fire races under my skin, and i tremble, and grow pale, for i am dying of such love- or so it seems to me.

Sappho (via beryl-azure)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

You are the breath of my body, the blood in my veins, and the glowing Pulse of my bosom.

Sappho, from “Aphrodite’s Praise” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[shslidolizing]

muder buddies

[litpo]

To Eros You burn me.

Sappho  (via celestialreckoning)

[shslidolizing]

[lifeinpoetry]

your sweet speaking and lovely laughing – oh it puts the heart in my chest on wings for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking is left in me

Sappho, fragment 31 (via lifeinpoetry)

[antigonick]

let there exist for us     not one single further sorrow.

Sappho, If Not, Winter (tr. by Anne Carson)

[ohproserpine-deactivated2015053]

And Her soul! Her soul is consumed by this longing!

Sappho, excerpt of Atthis   (via mirroir)

[aggressionbread]

Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his

gun

[wwhite-scientist]

pulled my trigger now he’s

[aggressionbread]

gun

[themoosebaruniverse]

Momma life had juuuust be-

[aggressionbread]

GUN

[lifeinpoetry]

bittersweet, undefeated creature – / against you there is no defence

Sappho, from Sappho: Poems and Fragments tr. Josephine Balmer (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

… I will love [you] … as long as [breath] is in me

Sappho, from Sappho: A New Translation of the Complete Works tr. Diane Rayor (via lifeinpoetry)

[softghafas]

gravel to tempo // hayley kiyoko

[blindforlove-deactivated2017010]

gravel to tempo / hayley kiyoko

[w-nd-r-ng]

O soft and dainty maiden, from afar I watch you, as amidst the flowers you move, And pluck them, singing. More golden than all gold your tresses are: Never was harp-note like your voice, my love, Your voice sweet-ringing.

To A Girl In A Garden, Sappho (via w-nd-r-ng)