Helheimr

rj . 20s . femme . aus as if it were readily spoken, readily digested - as if it were so daintily plucked from the blossoms of spring-new flowers. but we both know how that story ends, don't we.

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“Come: weep in my arms. If you are the beginning & end, then let us be / what we are best: the slow departure, the unlikely subsistence, bedmates without a bed.”

— Meg Day, from “Ghazal for Finally Leaving What Has Already Left,” Last Psalm at Sea Level (Barrow Street Press, 2018)

[theoregonscout]

[aepex]

[quotespile]

“SAY IT. Go ahead, stand before the mirror, look at your mouth, and say it. Blue. See how you pucker up, your lips opening with the consonants into a kiss, and then that final exhalation of vowels? Blue. The word looks like what it is, a syllable blown out into the air, and with the sound and the sight of saying it as one.”

— William H. Gass, On Being Blue

[8pxl]

yaa

[michaelmoonsbookshop]

Old books in Michael Moon’s Bookshop, Whitehaven.

[breadandolives]

Lindsea

[soracities]

Walt Whitman, “Who Learns My Lessons Complete”, Complete Poems

[Text ID: “And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each other, and never perhaps to see each other, is every bit as wonderful.”]

[boykeats]

“‘How does one hate a country, or love one? […] I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply?”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness. (via booksnippets)

[lifeinpoetry]

“And isn’t love like that?—a shift / of attention the heart demands, a refocusing.”

— — Michael Torres, from “Horses,” An Incomplete List of Names

[godisahuman]

Every once in a while I think “why do I have all these mental disorders, surely my childhood wasn’t that bad” and then I have an interaction with my mother and I understand.

[of-foolish-and-wise]

oh, to be the owner of a small bookshop on a cobblestone street with roses climbing the front of the building, where books are stacked about in piles and there’s always coffee brewing and a sleepy shop dog lifts his head at the sound of the door’s bell and thumps his tail against the hardwood

[vendettafrank]

if someone made me a playlist and said smth along the lines “this is for you” or “these songs reminds me of you” i would literally combust

[thehopefulquotes]

The sensitive suffer more; but they love more, and dream more.

— Augusto Cury

[silvaris]

Feel the spring by Adam Wajner

[delta-breezes]

Ana Zilhão | @_goodoldfashioned

[bostonpoetryslam]

“If you look closely behind the poems, there are thousands of dried tears.”

— Victoria Chang, interviewed by Ilya Kaminsky for Divedapper