Slow But Steady Binch

My mothers are monsters

[the-forest-library]

kill the imposter syndrome in your head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they’re also using chat gpt to do it

[themooninthestars]

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West

[caesxr]

‘beyond the scope of this paper’ is a dear friend to me. I Am Not Fucking Talking About That

[sweatermuppet]

so pro-abortion i forget people try to get pregnant on purpose

[unbelievablekats]

Getting high on open window air

[nemfrog]

"Root systems of shrubs and herbs of the forest floor." The ecological relations of roots. 1919.

Internet Archive

[grapehyasynth]

[64mpg]

“but if i communicate it perfectly then they will understand me” WRONG 10,000 years of suffering

[soothenerves]

find myself listening to music i loved years ago and i realize i still am her

[wulfhalls]

forever grateful i was simply too lazy to let the makeup industrial complex get its hooks in me. I was just like im not doing all of that. in fact. im doing none of that

[cumaeansibyl]

yeah I have political reasons for it now but my original and still most powerful reason is "I am not getting out of this bed one single second before I have to"

[toastbutteregg]

[weltenwellen]

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

[apoemaday]

Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell

by Marty McConnell

leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. you had to have him. and you did. and now you pull down the bridge between your houses. you make him call before he visits. you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. don’t lose too much weight. stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. and you are not stupid. you loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. heart like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas. heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.

[neverbreakheart]

[rosegardendeprofundis]

Source: @laceypaigepoetry on Instagram

[thepromiscuousfinger]