sweet nothing

skin and words and heartache راشيل 🌸

[petaltexturedskies]

anne sexton, from the complete poems ‘the fury of flowers and worms’

[feral-ballad]

Sandra Cisneros, from Loose Woman: Poems; "I Am on My Way to Oklahoma to Bury the Man I Nearly Left My Husband For"

[koolthing0]

[jentehj]

[8-bitfiction]

[achillesinhighheels]

[weltenwellen]

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

[minuty]

[oldwinesoul]

[annori]

E.M. Forster from Maurice (1971)

[flowerytale]

Frank O'Hara, from “Biotherm (for Bill Berkson)”, The Collected Poems

[9e978e]

[weltenwellen]

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus

[ptimepoet]

[leafsea]

[cache-e]

“I feel very small. I don't understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.”

Anaïs Nin, from nearer the moon: the previously unpublished unexpurgated diary,1937-1939

[cache-e]

“I have died for the smallest things. Nothing washes off”

Angela Jackson, from "The Love of Travelers," And All These Roads Be Luminous: Poems Selected and New

[weltenwellen]

Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎