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[aalaynirakul-deactivated2020122]

losing battle

In Memory of Mortland   Ko-fi | PATREON | Comet radio | Deviantart | Pixiv

[heavensickness]

“Then you have not only ruined my life. You have taken pleasure in doing so. (...) You have not only planted the dagger in my breast, you have delighted in twisting it.”

John Fowles, The French Lieutenant's Woman

[himneska]

Yoon Young and Yoon Ji Bae photographed by Songyi Yoon for Marie Claire Korea, December 2020.

[myloveisfree-deactivated2024020]

annabo1ina

[hapless-hollow]

“… and every sleepless night, has your name, in blood, slashed across it.”

— Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/

[marypickfords]

Furia Infernal (Armando Bó, 1973)

[firstfullmoon]

“I thought I’d die / from being loved like that.”

— Marie Howe, from “Annunciation”

[adrasteiax]

Soon it will be daybreak. Soon the day will break. I can’t stop it from breaking in the same way it always does, and then from lying there broken; always the same day, which comes around again like clockwork.

Margaret Atwood, from Alias Grace (via mirroir)

[sadillite]

“turns out / daylight is the new / misery / and I am drowning / I am drowning / I am drowning”

— Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, from “No Diggity” published in Gulf Stream (via lifeinpoetry)

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Émotion (Nobuhiko Obayashi, 1966)

[ceblogestmort]

Hélène Delmaire - D’amour et d’eau fraiche

[lifeinpoetry]

Memories compressed and focused in my body and yours.

I’m afraid you will touch me. I’m afraid you will touch me. I’m afraid you will touch me.

— Nolan Natasha, from I Can Hear You, Can You Hear Me?

[deardreamhouse]

𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝐢'𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐢'𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐢'𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐮𝐩

[ahuntersheart]

If you tuck the name of a loved one  under your tongue too long  without speaking it  it becomes blood

-Naomi Shihab Nye, from “Hidden”

[heartshop]

James Tate, Selected Poems

[lifeinpoetry]

“Night falls / and the empty intimacy of the whole world / fills my heart to frothing.”

— Mary Ruefle, from “Sent to the Monk,” Dunce

[neptune-suggestion]

the cacophany of waves in your head makes you wonder if the noises ever stop. no matter how hard you cover your ears, how tight you clench your teeth, how much you harden your heart, that water seeps in like a flood, ready to make you drown.