ellie

she/her | joy, tenderness, rage, synchronicity, light, self, rest.

[dykelliewilliams]

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

Bluets, Maggie Nelson

[pityroad]

“And what kind of madness is it anyway, to be in love with something constitutionally incapable of loving you back?”

it is natural that I should be attracted to the most distant inaccessible light

The Irony of the Leash, Eileen Myles, from 'I Must Be Living Twice: New and Selected Poems 1975 - 2014' (x) // Things to Watch Out For, Natalie Wee, from 'Our Bodies and Other Fine Machines' // Along the Strand (for Steve Levine), Eileen Myles, from 'I Must Be Living Twice, New & Selected Poems 1975-2014' // Bluets, Maggie Nelson (x) // Wax 'N' Wayne, Eileen Myles, from 'I Must Be Living Twice, New & Selected Poems 1975 - 2014'

[luthienne]

For to wish to forget how much you loved someone—and then, to actually forget—can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart.

Maggie Nelson, from Bluets (via luthienne)

[kafk-a]

Maggie Nelson, from Something Bright, Then Holes

[primulaceas]

Maggie Nelson, Bluets

[voirlvmer]

Isn’t that what you’ve been taught— / nothing is ours? Haven’t you learned to keep / the loosest / possible hold?

Maggie Smith, from "The Starlings", Goldenrod

[soracities]

Danielle McKinney, “The Secret Garden” & “Reading Room” (details)  |  Maggie Nelson, Bluets (#59)

[galina]

‘That this blue exists makes my life a remarkable one, just to have seen it. To have seen such beautiful things. To find oneself placed in their midst. Choiceless.’ [x]

[feral-ballad]

Maggie Nelson, from Something Bright, Then Holes

[duotheism]

you know?

[mud]

[metamorphesque]

  —  Celebrating Childhood by Adonis (translated by Khaled Mattawa)

[text ID: Love and dreams are two parentheses. / Between them I place my body / and discover the world.]

[metamorphesque]

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

[text ID: We cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. We must stand up and move on to the next action.]

[metamorphesque]

   — Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1964

[text ID: I must change my life so that I can live it, not wait for it.]

[metamorphesque]

― Akwaeke Emezi, The Death of Vivek Oji

[ text ID: I'm not what anyone thinks I am. I never was. I didn't have the mouth to put it into words, to say what was wrong, to change the things I felt I needed to change. And every day it was difficult, walking around and knowing that people saw me one way, knowing that they were wrong, so completely wrong, that the real me was invisible to them. It didn't even exist to them. So: If nobody sees you, are you still there? ]

[metamorphesque]

  ― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[text ID: I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?]