[valtsv]

how it feels to go to places alone and do the things that you want to do. alone.

[weltenwellen]

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

[heavensghost]

I forgive it all as it comes back to me

[havingapoemwithyou]

god is american by Terrance Hayes

[ultrawistful]

little bit from a longer piece of mine ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

[soracities]

Charles Wright, “Body and Soul II”, A Short History of the Shadow: Poems

[Text ID: “April, and anything’s possible.”]

[pollen]

Kim Addonizio, from "Onset"

[allsadnshit]

“Growing Around Grief”

Lois Tonkin, 1996

[bergahorn]

[bakwaaas]

the person that you could’ve been or the life you could’ve lived isn’t real. it’s an illusion and a fantasy that only exists in your head. all you have is here and now

[kosmogrl]

[bergahorn]

[babelico]

[g0thicf0xskulls]

i wish it would. i wish i could kill it. i wish i didnt love as hard as i do. i wish i didnt need people.

[weirdgirlvampire]

again and again and again and again

[stuckinapril]

“do you know where you’ll be headed in 5 years?” no. but i do know about themes and motifs. and friendship. and putting garlic on everything

[soracities]

Dunya Mikhail, ‘The New Year’, The War Works Hard (trans. Elizabeth Winslow)

[Text ID: “There is a knock at the door. How disappointing… It is the New Year and not you.”]

[prosebyday]

This time of year is like a hall of mirrors, a haunting time of reflection.  I can’t look away from my past, everywhere I turn it stares me in the face, reminding me of where I was last year, 2 years ago, 3, 4, 5 – all the possible futures I envisioned and watched crumble. Oh, how things thing. I am unrecognizable. 

Hall of Mirrors // Grazia Curcuru