ChorusOfStone

“I dream. I dream I'm floating on the surface of my own life. Watching it all unfold. Observing it. The outsider looking in”

[soracities]

I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.

— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)

[solitarybloom]

this.

[solitarybloom]

Beneath cold stone wings,

Love decays in hollow vows,

Waiting tastes like ash.

[mournfulroses]

Yannis Ritsos, trans. by Kimon Friar, from a poem featured in "Erotica: Love Poems,"

[solitarybloom]

“A hollow truth, quietly unbearable.”

[acollectionofbrokenthings]

“You deserve better” is an interesting way of saying I’m not worth getting better for

[acollectionofbrokenthings]

i hope one day god will tell me why being angry is so much easier

[solitarybloom]

"Stone won’t weep, but I do."

Even in permanence, the ache remains.

[solitarybloom]

"The water holds me tighter than you ever dared, Filling the spaces your love never cared. I sink, embraced by the cold, Where your warmth refused to hold."

Love drowned in apathy, but the water remembers.

[solitarybloom]

"The moon drips silver onto the restless sea, but no light can reach where you’ve left me— drowning in the echoes of what we once were."

Love fades, but the ocean remembers the weight.