Lilly

girl blogging poetry lover inclusive radical feminist

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spiritually i’m working at a video rental store and recommending gross-out horror flicks to the trio of neighborhood rascals over the counter

[sleepingwithvic]

literally my bf

[litteraeignotae]

[pollen]

Mary Oliver, from "Blossom"

[cottaegecore]

- Virginia Woolf

[thoschei]

hey, don't cry. 80s goth music, ok?

[sleepingwithvic]

slouching towards bethlehem by joan didion // california by joni mitchell // slouching towards bethlehem by joan didion // new york, i love you but you’re bringing me down by lcd soundsystem

[flowerytale]

Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin  

[soracities]

Emily Dickinson, from Poem #1320 ("Dear March--Come in--"), The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson [ID'd]

[havingapoemwithyou]

march by Mary Oliver

[alwaysbeenjessica]

march!! spring is so close!!

[shisasan]

The Poems of Emily Dickinson, originally published: 1930

[sleepingwithvic]

me and who

[sleepingwithvic]

excerpt from joan didion's essay "goodbye to all that" in her book slouching towards bethlehem about living in new york city

[sleepingwithvic]

nina + field of cops by cameron winter

[elenavita]

The love scenes are quite brutal. Is it true that Heath Ledger almost broke Jake Gyllenhaal’s nose when they kissed?

Ang Lee: Yeah [laughs]. I encouraged them to do a passionate kiss and I encouraged them [saying that] you could never kiss a woman that hard so give me the most heroic western kiss and they went about it and almost broke each other’s noses. At the time we were easy enough [together] to crack jokes. Usually I don’t rehearse those scenes - technically I will rehearse it, but how they [the actors] go about it, I just expect them to deliver.

[alonesomes]

“The first poem I wrote that wasn’t about you was in all capital letters like it was trying to compensate for your absence. It was about a world far away from this one where all of the plants were terrifying but had healing powers if you had the guts to touch them. The first poem I wrote that wasn’t about you puffed up its throat like a bullfrog and begged to be kissed. Its my favorite poem because I hate it so much. I read it at least once a day and think:So this is what I’m capable of without you. Go figure. There is a hole in everything and I find you there smiling like you don’t have anywhere else to be. The first poem I wrote that wasn’t about you might one day be regarded as a masterpiece. People will come from all over the world to run their fingers over the print and marvel at how empty it is of you. They will not recognize your scent clinging silently to their fingers. Because if you walk into a room and notice what is missing from it it is still there isn’t it? The first poem I wrote that wasn’t about you was still about you. Damn it. Always.”

— a letter to love | Caitlyn Siehl