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“…my love’s a fire, an altar, an ember. I turn into smoke.”
— Adonis, from ‘Transformations of the Lover’, The Pages of Day and Night (trans. Samuel Hazo)
i love you shy women. i love you melancholy women. i love you aging women. i love you perverse women. i love you romantic women. i love you strange women.
got my lab results back turns out i’m full of rage because i am full of grief
“I envy the winds who still witness you.”
The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur
the idealized version of my tomorrow self will fix this
not again
Inside me, something seethes. Inside me, some feral animal claws at my ribcage, trapped.
Molly McCully Brown, from Places I’ve Taken my Body: Essays
I know I cannot wrap my arms around a memory but I still like to try
— Robin Coste Lewis, from To the Realization of Perfect Helplessness
Bianca Stone, from The Möbius Strip Club of Grief; “The Fall”
[Text ID: “What to do with this mind? / Throw everything / into the fire and scream”]
“The gods in their mercy once could turn a frightened girl to water or a shamed one to a tree, but they no longer seem to take our troubles much to heart.”
— Linda Gregerson, “The Weavers,” Prodigal: New and Selected Poems (via fairywasteland)
i think i deserve a dagger, as a treat. for being kind to people and not screaming and going insane in public :)
on all levels except physical im being fucked in the bathroom of a punk show
“I learn a good deal by merely observing you, And letting you talk as long as you please, And taking note of what you do not say.”
— T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party (via theliteraryjournals)