the brighter, darker nerves

strike what strikes you

[itsjustlight]

[splitnerves]

[healydanes-deactivated20200927]

[dadalux]

Laura Makabresku - Vigil

[vjeranski]

Mathieu Wernert

[lifeinpoetry]

                                        iv. health 

                      i pledge my health to better living… 

i better not fucking die here.

— jaye simpson, from “head & heart & hands & health (a poem in four parts),” it was never going to be okay

[mothersofmyheart-deactivated202]

“The trouble with letting people see you at your worst isn’t that they’ll remember; it’s that you’ll remember.”

— Sarah Manguso, from 300 Arguments (via lifeinpoetry)

[goldenprairies]

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

“What I feared was in me was in me, I wanted to lie still in the body like a knife.”

— Lighthead; [IKOYI BLINDNESS], Terrance Hayes

[anotherredblog]

[thereissomethinginthecorn]

[thereissomethinginthecorn]

[thebodykeepsscore]

From the Journals of Octavia Butler

[princesshamlet-deactivated20210]

fuck disappearing under mysterious circumstances i want to start APPEARING under mysterious circumstances. walking through a deserted eerie forest? im there. exploring an abandoned 1930s mine that no human has set foot in for 55 years? there too. touching down on mars? guess whose annoying face you see poking out from behind a rover

[harmonyholiday]

Visit Original Link

Sometimes all I think about is you

Late nights in the middle of June

[soracities]

“Coherence is mutilation. I want disorder.”

— Clarice Lispector, from “The Departure of the Train”, Complete Stories (trans. Katarina Dodson)

[flowerytale]

Clarice Lispector ― Near to the Wild Heart