[remanence-of-love]

[mclennonyaoi]

you ever know someone and you think “god i love you. i wish we could’ve known eachother when we were carefree and 11. i wish we could’ve played together as kids”

[remanence-of-love]

[serratedpens]

Catherine Pierce

[tinyghosthands]

[unreadable]

[jb-blunk]

my gratitude towards my younger self for holding on runs so deep

[oddwomen]

The Carroll Herald (August 24, 1897)

[lyric-aes]

murder by death - brother // titian - cain and abel

[lispectorisms-deactivated202301]

from “James Baldwin, The Art of Fiction No. 78,” interviewed by Jordan Elgrably, Paris Review (no. 91, Spring 1984)

[phases-and-frases]

[lifeinpoetry]

If after 15 years and lots of therapy you ask your mother to acknowledge the way she failed to protect you, and she still responds by turning the volume on the television up, and only then do you begin tugging your roots free of her, are you holding a grudge, or is the grudge holding you, like your mother should have?

— Rachel Wiley, from "The Mother Riddle," Revenge Body

[theselfcarelifestyle]

The book (available on amazon): I Have to Tell You Something

[ghadah]

[dogrotpdf]

I AM LESS OF MYSELF OUTLOUD.

franz kafka, edit unknown / rachelle toarmino / charlotte brontë / franz kafka / richard siken / nayyirah waheed

[finalboyy]

God Cannot Stop a Lion by Jude B. @cowboykissesss

A poem I wrote in response to anti trans legislation.

[Text ID: Those like you Those like me Whose bodies hold a clarity Calloused hands and weathered skin Pious flesh and tender sin Creation myth, you’re my twin They say Eve was made out of Adam’s rib I think we came from something holier Something made from the soot and soil That knows of love and all its toil Of salted rocks and ancient waves In self-construction, we are saved We are born anew We are flint to fire Rock on stone Beware of dog You’re in our home Kick me as a mutt then, and I’ll bare my teeth too Treat me like an animal, go on I dare you I will eat you raw and lick up the carnage You think we’re sick and metamorphic I’m telling you we’re prehistoric Blinding light, the sun's first rise Fallen corpse, with sacred flies Lead to gold, And Water to wine I belong to me, My body’s mine You can only dream of such alchemy Your lies and malice, you begin to rise in Be careful Daniel, God cannot stop a lion / End ID]

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