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Oh god I really want some like,, encouraging & praising domination ….. like, someone fucking me so deep and hard that I’m almost in tears, and they keep kissing me and telling me how good it feels and how well I’m doing and that they’ll be so proud of me if I last a little longer….. hhhhh
“Her beauty, lithe, unholy, pure,”
— Yvor Winters, from Collected Poems; “Sir Gawaine and the Green Knight,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
next time i’m opening up to someone is my autopsy
“My ideal lover: Intelligence, with a touch of insanity”
— Nicholas A Browne | Haiku 481 (via wnq-writers)
“we eat each other’s, words, hearts, what’s the difference?”
Two-Headed Poem; ii, Margaret Atwood
“do you hear me, […] through these fathomless things: the seas and death?”
— Jorge Luis Borges, from To a Certain Ghost; In Praise of Darkness (tr. by Norman Thomas di Giovanni), 1969
“She looked away. I thought she was looking for another cigarette. Then I saw she was crying. I could feel her crying. Shaking and crying. She wouldn’t look up. I put my arms around her.”
— Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
Spite
When you die, I want to be the flower blooming
on your grave. Not in honor, but in spite, because yes,
I grew from your rotting ribs, but I still reached the light
you never saw; will never see again.
© Adira Bennett
so much has happened this year it feels like i lived 3 years in one.
“I’m tired, I want to rest now. I want to kiss the body of my lover, the one mouth, the simple name without a shadow. Let me go. How many prayers are there tonight, how many of us must stay awake and listen?”
— Kim Addonizio, from ‘Numbers’, Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems (via rosarust)
