[thehauntedself]

"the apocalypse is happening and you are at work" 8-30-22 5:55 am

[thehauntedself]

It’s a writing poetry in the notes app kind of night. Cheers, ladies 🚬

[soracities]

Etel Adnan, from ‘Five Senses for One Death’, Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Poetry by Arab Women (ed. & trans. Kamal Boullata)

[Text ID: “they tell me there are four seasons but I live in a fifth one which is your space and your time.”]

[theoptia]

Marian Engel, from Notebooks: “Ah, Mon Cahier, čoute”

Text ID: and I stand clear, knowing perfectly well what I am. There seems to be no point any longer in hating what I am.

[thehauntedself]

after work sex 7/25/22 @ 3:59 pm

Text ID: having his seed in me / while the cicadas chirp / i'm warm and aching in the midsummer afternoon sunlight / glowing in the outdated lace curtains / his mother left us when she left us / the house / after work sex / 7/25/22 @ 3:59 pm

[deviika]

Christian Wiman // Janet Fitch

[derangedrhythms]

From love's first fever to her plague,

Dylan Thomas, The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas: The New Centenary Edition; from ‘From love's first fever'

[therisingfog]

[philosophybits]

“You do not need an identity to become yourself; you need an identity to become like someone else.”

— Samuel R. Delany, Shorter Views (via quotespile)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer, from Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2005) 

[moldspottedcake]

lars von trier, “breaking the waves”

[derangedrhythms]

When I think of him I want to open my legs.

Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: From The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

[lonelyangel25]

[sigmundfreud]

being a woman is so wonderful that not even the horrors of being a woman can diminish that

[moldspottedcake]

you allow this state of desperate absurdity. you allow it.

4.48 psychosis, sarah kane

[moldspottedcake]

lászló nemes, “son of saul…”

[lilllium]

—Tamara Panici, from I Do Not Want To Say This Country is Not My Home