“Crawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined - love me there.”
Rune Lazuli
KIROKAZE
The Bowery Presents
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Keni
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@under-the-moons
“Crawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined - love me there.”
Rune Lazuli
planting gardens in graves volume 1
by r.h. sin
Calloused hands and tender hearts
— Louise Glück, from “Departure.”
Feeling dead was better than when my heart hurt. Sometimes I thought it might burn through my ribs while I was asleep, and smolder in the sheets until the whole house caught fire.
— Bryn Greenwood, “All the Ugly and Wonderful Things.”
Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "Song,"
It was April and she was the saddest thing under the sun.
Khush Bakht via wordedarchive
Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay.
Late-night talk on a balcony with the stars and moon
Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us
we were liars
by e. lockhart
me: :(
the moon:
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˚ ₊★ ₊ 🌙 ✩ • 。 ★°•
˚ ✩ 。• ˚* ✩ 。 ★˚*•✨
me: :)
[…] I’m marked by grief and by the idea that something must emerge from grief. The difference was not unlike that difference between the fear I felt going toward the cliff and the fear I feel—having gone—seeing what’s beyond.
Paul Tran, from “Scheherazade / Scheherazade,” All the Flowers Kneeling (Penguin Books, 2022)