mezadia

[jjangredpanda]

[weltenwellen]

Chelsea Dingman, from "Psychogeography"

[moderndaymystic]

I like calm men. Men who don’t shout or break things when they’re mad. Men who tell you exactly how they feel. Men who communicate. Men who talk you in a gentle, low voice telling you what made them mad or what you did wrong, but never blame you and make you feel bad about it.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Lana Del Rey; Cinnamon Girl

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Silas Melvin

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)

[weltenwellen]

Kim Addonizio, “The Singing”, Tell Me

[elizabethsinclair]

there is a love in which i will always know you, just incase you forget.

love elizabeth s.

[weltenwellen]

Leila Chatti, from "Postcard from Gone"

[bebx]

[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies

[astriloquum]

Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I was young my dad offhandedly told me he thought people treated fish with so much casual cruelty because fish can’t scream.

The words branded themselves across my soul.

As an adult I think he may have been joking. He payed no especial attention to any indignities fish suffered in our household but I could never forget. I saw fish in a different light after that.

Fish kept in tiny bowls, breathing their own poisons, dying by inches. Fish kept in cold tanks, casually disposed of. Fish touted as being short lived when they could outlive the better loved family dog if only they could breathe. Fish casually won and discarded in cheap plastic bags, thrown away a week later.

How they would scream, if they could.

[weltenwellen]

Nicole W. Lee, from "Even the Dust"

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, Don't Call Us Dead