the bruised earth

logged on for the first time in years; forgot how much i loved to wallow here

[walking-gingerly-across]

[kaijuno]

No babe the green ribbon around my neck stays ON during sex

[universalsatan]

me, accidentally taking it off: so no head?

[desultory-suggestions]

One day you’ll sit in the sun and things won’t feel so bad

[typography-images]

Are you doing okay…

[postcard-confessions]

[liviafalcaru]

[dizzyallaround]

tenderness

[milsae]

Self-care

[un-bearing]

“If I can make my language flat enough, exact enough, if I can rinse each sentence clean enough, like washing a stone over and over again in river water, if I can find the right perch or crevice from which to record everything, if I can give myself enough white space, maybe I could do it. I could tell you this story while walking out of this story.” — Maggie Nelson, from The Red Parts

“I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything…I want to tell you this story without having to be in it.” — Richard Siken, from The Torn-Up Road

“By telling stories, you objectify your own experience. You separate it from yourself. You pin down certain truths. You make up others.” — Tim O'Brien from The Things They Carried

“In order to record a tale, something must always be lost. Some things must be left unsaid and disguised. The art of storytelling, his brother said, is all about where and how to leave the voids.” — Lindsey Drager, from The Archive of Alternate Endings

[walking-gingerly-across]

“Regarding loss, I’m afraid to keep it in the story, worried what I might bring back to life.” - Kaveh Akbar

[luthienne]

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “Magdalene Afterwards”

[fossilisedflowers]

– Langston Hughes, Luck

“If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happens better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.”

– Mary Oliver, Don’t Hesitate

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

ocean vuong, ‘prayer for the newly damned’

[ID: “How quickly the blade becomes You.” end ID]

[depsidase]

[mctreeleth]

[recoverystuff-deactivated202108]

You're going to realise this one day -

happiness was never about your grades, or your job. it was never about how many friends you had, or how many parties you got invited to. it was never about the amount of money you earned, or how much everyone liked you.

one day, you are going to see that happiness was all about the self discovery, and the hope. it was always about being kinder to yourself, and doing something better than you did the day before. happiness was always about finding yourself and becoming who you wanted to be. happiness was always about you.

[l2g-deactivated20240513]

i’m tired of ’talking’ to my therapist and ’explaining’ emotions. from now on i will just print out every richard siken poem and circle the parts that are about me

[1989taylorsversion]

I miss being 7 and designing a Valentine's Day shoebox and buying 25 little paper valentines with whatever I loved on them and writing them to each of my classmates and adding a little piece of candy to each valentine and dropping them in all my classmate's boxes and then opening my own box at the end of the day to discover 25 little valentines from the rest of my class showing what they all loved.... Oh to be a 7-year-old on February 14th

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[incidentalcomics]

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