And somewhere,
somewhere the atoms stopped fusing.
And out there, stuck in a quantum pattern,
tangled with what I never said,
you say it doesn’t matter.
I want to be forgiven.
I want to choke up chunks of my own sins.
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Peter Solarz
NASA

blake kathryn

No title available
art blog(derogatory)
🪼

Origami Around

titsay
Cosmic Funnies
No title available

PR's Tumblrdome
Today's Document
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Janaina Medeiros
Sweet Seals For You, Always
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
No title available

Product Placement
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from China
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from T1

seen from United States

seen from Germany

seen from T1

seen from France

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from Azerbaijan
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@solarandluna
And somewhere,
somewhere the atoms stopped fusing.
And out there, stuck in a quantum pattern,
tangled with what I never said,
you say it doesn’t matter.
I want to be forgiven.
I want to choke up chunks of my own sins.
I love u
Zine! Words from Wild Dogs by Taylor Bickett
I dreamt of you again last night. I dream of you so sweetly now. How blessed I am to be able to be with you in sleep. To talk to you, to look at you in ways I am not able to in the physical. You’re so beautiful. Your soul is the prettiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Until next time, darling.
Manifesting pure, divine love 🖤
Unfaithful, backstabbing coward. I am fucking sick of all the lies and all the treachery. I was always by your side, and this is how you repay me? After all of these years, you fucking turned your back on me. I will never forget this knife you placed in my back. Recreant. Say it to my face. No more fucking games. This is where you pay. Step the fuck back and just bleed. You’re a worthless, gutless pig. Now you’ll see that I’m not just something you can fucking cast aside. My whole life I stood right by your side. You fucking hypocrite. Don’t forget, I know exactly what you did.
You are dead to me.
Casey - Wavering
My dragonfly. My black-eyed fire. The knives in the kitchen are singing for blood. But we are the cross roads, my little outlaw, and this is the map of my heart. The landscape after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying ‘Hold me tight, it’s getting cold.’ We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven. The gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it. I’ll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you?
Moonlight spilling on the bathroom floor. Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one. We have been very brave. We have wanted to know the worst, wanted the curtain to be lifted from our eyes… Do we simply stare at what’s horrible and forgive it?
The way you slam your body into me reminds me that I am alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you. Finding the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren’t stitched up quite right, the place they could almost slip right into through if the skin wasn’t trying to keep them out, to keep them here, on the other side of the theatre where the curtain keeps rising.
I made this place for you. A place for you to love me. If this isn’t a kingdom, then I don’t know what is.
I was away, I don’t know where, lying on the floor, pretending I was dead. I wanted to hurt you, but the victory is that I could not stomach it.
I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want. I said ‘This is the Moon. This is the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there.’ We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said ‘What do you want, sweetheart?’ And you said, ‘Kiss me.’
i don't know how to be loved properly.
j'ai tué ma mère/ the last days of judas iscariot/ wishbone/ corpus christi/ the last temptation of christ.
self mutilation in the name of god
speeches for dr. frankenstein, margaret atwood / resignation, taner ceylan / black telephone, richard siken / jesus, chairil anwar / midnight mass / in the pines, alice notley
denial. fear. longing.
donika kelly | jennifer hubbard | vàzaki nada | terry evans photography | richard siken | sierra demulder | the world to come (2020) | louise glück | anaïs nin | federico garcía lorca
and it happens every summer
1. ‘Suicide note’ by Anne Sexton, 2. ‘The women’ by Kim Addonizio 3. ‘Little beast’ by Richard Siken 4. ‘October’ by Mary Oliver 5. ‘Basic August’ by Eileen Myles 6. ‘August’ by Mary Oliver 7. Letters of Summer Past (Listy Tamtego Lata) VI
‘You saved my life,’ he says, ‘I owe you everything.’
‘You don’t,’ I say, ‘you don’t owe me squat, let’s just get going, let’s just get gone,’ but he’s
relentless,
keeps saying ‘I owe you,’ says ‘Your shoes are filling with your own damn blood, you must want something, just tell me, and it’s yours.’
But I can’t look at him, can hardly speak,
‘I took the bullet for all the wrong reasons, I’d just as soon kill you myself,’ I say.
You keep saying ‘I owe you, I owe…’ but you say the same thing every time.
Let’s not talk about it, let’s just not talk.
Not because I don’t believe it, not because I want it any different, but I’m always saving
and you’re always owing and I’m tired of asking to settle the debt.
Don’t bother.
You never mean it, anyway, not really, and it only makes me that much more ashamed.
There’s only one thing I want, don’t make me say it, just get me bandages, I’m bleeding,
I’m not just making conversation.
There’s smashed glass glittering everywhere like stars… but we always win and we never quit, see, we’ve won again, here we are at the place
where I get to beg for it
where I get to say ‘Please, for just one night, will you lay down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up?’
or will I say
‘Roll over and let me fuck you till you puke,
you owe me this much, you can indulge me this at least, can’t you?’
But we both know how it goes.
I say ‘I want you inside me’ and you hold my head underwater, I say ‘I want you inside me’
and you split me open with a knife.
I’m battling monsters, half-monkey, half-tarantula, I’m pulling you out of the burning buildings and you say
‘I’ll give you anything.’
But you never come through.
Give me bullet power. Give me power over angels. Even when you’re standing up, you look like you’re lying down, but will you let me kiss your neck, baby? Do I have to tie your arms down?
Do I have to stick my tongue in your mouth like the hand of a thief, like a burglary, like it’s just another petty theft?
It makes me tired. Do you see what I mean? Do you see what I’m getting at? You swallowing matches and suddenly I’m yelling ‘Strike me! Strike anywhere!’
I swear, I end up feeling empty,
like you’ve taken something out of me, and I have to search
my body for the scars, thinking
Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in? I know you want me to say it, it’s in the script,
you want me to say
‘Lie down on the bed, you’re all I ever wanted, and worth dying for too.’
But I think I’d rather keep the bullet this time.
It’s mine, you can’t have it, see, I’m not giving it up.
This way you still owe me, and that’s as good as anything. You can’t get out of this one, you can’t get it out of me,
and with this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, I will turn myself into a gun, because
it’s all I have,
because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me,
‘Cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth.
Don’t you see, it’s like, I’ve swallowed your house keys, and it feels so natural, like the bullet was already there, like it’s been waiting inside me the whole time.
Do you want it? Do you want anything I have? Will you throw me to the ground like you mean it, reach inside and wrestle it out with your bare hands?
If you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand.
Do you know how it ends? Do you feel lucky? Do you want to go home now? Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.