[abu-ibrahim]

“Forgive me when I prostrate while my mind is distracted. Forgive me when I repent and then return to sin, for I have no other refuge than You, O Allah.”

[weltenwellen]

To Be Alive Gregory Orr

[mythologyofblue]

“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”

-Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living

[typewriter-worries]

I'll Eat You Up, I Love You So

The Embrace II, Ron Hicks | Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love,” The Unexpurgated Diary (1931-1932) of Anaïs Nin, Henry Miller (@theoptia) | the night belongs to lovers, Ilaria Ratti | Dark. Sweet.: New & Selected Poems, Linda Hogan (@feral-ballad) | Intimacy, Angelica Alzona | Shame is an Ocean I Swim Across, Mary Lambert (@synbeam) | The Kiss, Edvard Munch | Summer Morn in New Hampshire, Claude McKay

[swirlingyouintomypoems]

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

@dog-teeth/nobody - mitski/@ lilrainpoety on instagram/little weirds - jenny slate/@blossomfully/@chaandajaan/strawberry blond - mitski/wishbone - richard siken/salt - salma deera/unable to find a source/mia hollow/the unabridged journals of sylvia plath/nobody - mitski/crush - richard siken

[lunamonchtuna]

[ i love you, and that is the beginning and end of everything. ] [ you have bewitched me body and soul, and i love, love, love you. ] [ my days begin with your name and nights end with your breath. ] [ i miss you even more than i could have believed; and i was prepared to miss you a good deal. ]

[ when i don’t touch you, it’s a mistake in any life, in each place, and forever. ] [ i don’t know what to do without you, i don’t know where to put my hands. ] [ i think i made you up inside my head. ] [ if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more. ] [ i wish i could leave you my love, but my heart is a mess. ]

[ on purpose, i love you. on purpose. ] [ i will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. ] [ because this mess i made, i made with love. ]

[ sorry about the blood in your mouth — i wish it was mine. ] [ you said i killed you: haunt me then. ] [ tell me we’re dead, and i’ll love you even more. ] [ tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. ] [ these are bodies possessed by light — tell me we’ll never get used to it. ]

[ i have loved you, i have to deal with that. ]

[lucidloving]

Emily L., Marguerite Duras // Bertrand Russell, What Desires are Politically Important? // Octavio Paz, "The House of Glances" // Mitski—Francis Forever // Chen Chen, When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities // VIVINOS and QMENG, Alien Stage (Round 6) // Bryan Fuller, Hannibal (2013) // Richard Siken, "Little Monster" // Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays // Mitski—I Bet on Losing Dogs

[hopelessvalentines]

“you’re my best friend, now i’ve got no one to tell i’ve lost my best friend.”

….

[martyrborne]

Devotion: profound dedication, loyalty, or love for a person, activity, or cause.

To love like a dog. To give everything and receive nothing but table scraps. To always want more.

[weltenwellen]

An Interview with Richard Siken

[philosophybits]

“The only serious aim of schoolwork is to train the attention. Attention is the only faculty of the soul which gives access to God. Mental gymnastics rely on an inferior, discursive form of attention, which reasons. Properly directed, however, this attention may give rise in the soul to another, of the highest kind, which is intuitive attention.”

— Simone Weil, La Condition ouvrière

[heavenlyyshecomes]

there is a level of seduction that exists beyond the body. something less tangible, and perhaps more potent. anais nin understood this idea about how desire does not begin with touch but with language, perception, and the sharp electric pull of a mind that challenges and excites you. in her journals, desire is not just a physical hunger but a hunger of the intellect, an unraveling of thought before an unraveling of the body. to be drawn into someone’s mind, to feel their thoughts press against your own, can be more intoxicating than any physical closeness.

—Caitlyn Richardson, 'can intellectual intimacy replace physical desire?', in milk fed

[sentimentalbeing2001]

[paper-wounds]

“If I Am Killed For Simply Living” — Althea Davis

[maliusaidh]

[letallthetrashraindown]

If I love you, is that a fact or a weapon?

A History of My Brief Body, Billy Ray Belcourt / unknown / Alison Zai / For Your Own Good, Leah Horlick / Power Politics, Margaret Atwood

[lucidloving]

George Orwell, 1984 // Drugdealer – Honey // @/excerptsofherstory on ig // Marie Howe, "The Affliction" // Simone Weil, Attention and Will // @moderndaymystic // @/titsayy on ig // @suntara // Sandol Stoddard Warburg, illustrated by Jacqueline Chwast, I Like You // @/blkgod9 on X