[adrasteiax]

“Even if you called I wouldn’t hear you, and even if I heard I wouldn’t turn, and even if I made that impossible gesture, your face would seem a stranger’s face to me.”

— Wislawa Szymborska, from Landscape in “Poems: New And Collected 1957-1997” [translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh]

[astrangerlately]

did its people want too much, too? did its people want too much?

[primulaceas]

Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits (translated by Magda Bogin)

[mashamorevna]

“I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.”

— Arthur Miller, The Crucible  (via itcuddles)

[j-j-johnny]

How To Read Ezra Pound, Martin Espada

[coiffeurdoiseaux]

[If I knew that a fascist was a great poet I’d shoot him anyway]

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- David Foster Wallace

[megairea]

Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima Mon Amour (tr. by Richard Seaver), 1959

[oozins]

NOT EVERYTHING FEELS LIKE SOMETHING ELSE

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

Postcolonial Love Poem, ‘Wolf OR-7′ by Natalie Diaz

[ID: I confuse instinct for desire - isn’t bite also touch?]

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

[americiumam]

reblog w the song lyrics in your head NOW. either stuck in yr head or what yr listening to

[weepingwidar]

Shyama Golden (Sri Lankan-American, 1983) - Catsquatch (2014)

[adrasteiax]

“Even if you called I wouldn’t hear you, and even if I heard I wouldn’t turn, and even if I made that impossible gesture, your face would seem a stranger’s face to me.”

— Wislawa Szymborska, from Landscape in “Poems: New And Collected 1957-1997” [translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh]

[nevver]

[just-burning-out]

sorry I can't talk rn I'm doing hot girl shit like listening to Puberty 2 by japanese-american singer and songwriter mitski miyawaki and going insane in my room

[hoe4byron]

sorry bro can't go out tonight. i'm stuck in an eternal state of melancholy

[alva-alice]