#dead poetry

[deadpoet-skull]

from The New York Times

[des-vanecido]

Es un poco irónico, que yo aconsejé a otros, a querer la vida, y apreciarla. Cuando todos los días sueño con perder la mía.

[daugterofliterature]

drink your coffee. read your books. it's chaos out there.

[moonlit-serendipityy]

[sunflorall]

You are the resting pulse I return to after the long shifts, the baseline that never wavers.

Your voice is my auscultation — I listen and find no murmur, no turbulence, just the steady rhythm of a home I did not know I was searching for. You are not a diagnosis. You are the quiet room after the code is called, where silence is not empty but full.

When I press my palm to your sternum, I feel no pathology — only the warmth of a heart that beats in time with mine. You are my benign constant, the one finding I do not need to treat or cure. I simply need to stay beside you, watching your ribs rise and fall in sleep, counting each breath like a promise I want to keep.

You are the clinical pearl I never learned in lectures — that love is not a symptom, but a vital sign. And yours, my love, is the only one I trust.

[snexzzy]

Meet me in the pouring rain!🤍

[icevanillacream]

HELLO PITTSSS?????

He’s so underrated, omfg!!! I mean, look at this dilf!

[oscarwildin]

once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered weak and weary,

over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore…