#on pining

[peachyyykat]

‘phantom pains’, caitlin conlon // ‘what i could never confess without some bravado’, emily palermo // ‘i will’, mitski // ‘a self-portrait in letters’, anne sexton // ‘desperation sits heavy on my tongue’, @/tullipsink // ‘hunger makes me’, jess zimmerman // ‘coffee and cigarettes’, sade andria zabala

[othellho]

“Custom” by Carl Phillips

[asoftepiloguemylove]

if someday the moon calls you by your name don't be surprised / because every night i tell her about you

Richard Siken I Had A Dream About You / Vance Joy Mess Is Mine / Alessia Di Cersare The Side Effects of Eating Too Many Clementines / Frank O'Hara Biotherm / pinterest / pinterest / Tyler Knott Gregson Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series / Amrita Pritam Pinjar: The Skeleton & Other Stories / Ron Hicks Twilight Conversation / Joseph Marius Jean Avy Bal Blanc / Natalie Diaz Postcolonial Love Poem / Shahrazad al-Khalij

[musingwove]

pov: it’s time to end the situationship

[pleochroicc]

Upon Another Clock’s Ticking

Glass lenses forgotten inside a moonlit room, I squint through the dimness and your protective exterior to peer upon your eyes, shining as they are. If I were to step one step closer, would you stop me? If I were to allow my eyes to close a single time, would you disappear? If I were to call out, would I be met with silence? So I allow my eyes to settle over you, feeling the comfort and warmth and oneness, and I memorize as I feel the ache of my every muscle as I hold ever so still, so still. If I were to move it would shatter the air into fine crystals and your image would be utterly distorted—no. I cannot move through the thick fog created between us by the shine in our eyes, wrapping around my legs to ensure I stay in place. Were we somewhere else I could move, I could stride, I could run and leap and bound towards you... I gaze through the imperfect glass, settling for never moving another inch.

[notcaycepollard]

"before the inevitable delicious conclusion." I'm sorry m'am, but on this matter I'm afraid I must call you a LYING LIAR WHO LIES. *points to "tell me, what do i do when (you're not here)" and "come stand a little bit closer"*: admit it, you're just in it for the pain and heartbreak, aren't you?

I, uh... HEY LOOK OVER THERE A CLOUD OF GLITTER

okay but for real though I have no excuses it’s just who I am as a person at this point