desire is no light thing

bits of writing that i like i don't know don't look at me i'm not original

[ojibwa]

[linkinmoon]

Jonathan Carroll

[allsadnshit]

I will never get over how weird it feels to have tragic and emotional chapters of your life where you just also still go to work, and the grocery store, and see funny videos online all while feeling such paralyzing fear and heartache

life just goes on no matter what

[homoerotisch]

why has anyone bothered to write a kissing scene after annie proulx wrote this in 1997

[kafk-a]

Alice Notley, "The Poetry of Everyday Life" (1988)

[ashstfu]

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

[mournfulroses]

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to David Gurewitsch featured in The Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn

[heavensghost]

[389]

Are You Coming? - Trina Teoh

[weltenwellen]

Devin Kelly, from “Deer on the Side of an American Highway”

[kiisuuumii]

Richard Siken, "Boot Theory," Crush

[dogrotpdf]

Lev St. Valentine

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “What I couldn’t explain via text”

[Text ID: “I still don’t know how / to love someone / without swallowing them.”]

[heavensghost]

[heavensghost]

what’s that quote that goes something like ‘love humiliates you, hate cradles you’ ????

[heavensghost]

[moved-to-theundergroundwoman]

You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love.

I confuse instinct for desire — isn’t bite also touch?

because you want to die for love, you always have

Georges Bataille, Guilty / The Lovers, Akseli Gallen / Richard Siken, Wishbone / Shakespeare, Pericles / scene from Eiichi Yamamoto’s Belladonna of Sadness (1973) / Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena / Safet Zec, 1943 | Allegories of Fate / Marina Tsvetaeva, from Poem of the End: V / Carmen. Ill. Alastair. / Emily Brontë, from, “Wuthering Heights,” / Carmen. Ill. Alastair. / Natalie Diaz, Postcolonial Love Poem / Richard Siken

[thoughtkick]

“I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.”

— Azra T