"don’t go too early"

aleksandra / currently not posting / you can reach me at [email protected]

[warmthcalled]

hi honeypies (i should probably reblog this again sometime)

i will not be blogging anymore. thank you so much for sharing this space with me since 2013. for encouraging me, inspiring me, surprising me. i have learned so much from you. this blog has exceeded my expectations. i still can’t believe i have written so many things in my second (but very dear) language. tumblr gave me so much comfort whenever i needed it. but now it is time for me to move on. and maybe come back some day. with a completely different agenda. :)

please remember that you matter. give yourself and this world a chance. and then another one. and then another one. don’t leave too soon.

(you can always reach me at the email in my description. or message me on here and let me know if you want us to be mutuals on some other social platform.)

you have been amazing. thank you.

[warmthcalled]

hi honeypies (i should probably reblog this again sometime)

i will not be blogging anymore. thank you so much for sharing this space with me since 2013. for encouraging me, inspiring me, surprising me. i have learned so much from you. this blog has exceeded my expectations. i still can’t believe i have written so many things in my second (but very dear) language. tumblr gave me so much comfort whenever i needed it. but now it is time for me to move on. and maybe come back some day. with a completely different agenda. :)

please remember that you matter. give yourself and this world a chance. and then another one. and then another one. don’t leave too soon.

(you can always reach me at the email in my description. or message me on here and let me know if you want us to be mutuals on some other social platform.)

you have been amazing. thank you.

[warmthcalled]

hi honeypies (i should probably reblog this again sometime)

i will not be blogging anymore. thank you so much for sharing this space with me since 2013. for encouraging me, inspiring me, surprising me. i have learned so much from you. this blog has exceeded my expectations. i still can't believe i have written so many things in my second (but very dear) language. tumblr gave me so much comfort whenever i needed it. but now it is time for me to move on. and maybe come back some day. with a completely different agenda. :)

please remember that you matter. give yourself and this world a chance. and then another one. and then another one. don't leave too soon.

(you can always reach me at the email in my description. or message me on here and let me know if you want us to be mutuals on some other social platform.)

you have been amazing. thank you.

[lamignonette]

Yohji Yamamoto, American Vogue, March 1989.

[guggenheim-art]

Four Oranges by Ellsworth Kelly, 1966, Guggenheim Museum

Size: 57.3x72.5 cm Medium: Graphite on paper

Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, New York Purchased with funds contributed by Beatrice and Silas H. Rhodes, 1969 © Ellsworth Kelly

https://www.guggenheim.org/artwork/2071

[whisperthatruns]

You do look a little ill. But we can do something about that, now. Can’t we. The fact is you’re a shocking wreck. Do you hear me. You aren’t all alone. And you could use some help today, packing in the dark, boarding buses north, putting the seat back and grinning with terror flowing over your legs through your fingers and hair… I was always waiting, always here. Know anyone else who can say that. My advice to you is think of her for what she is: one more name cut in the scar of your tongue. What was it you said, “To rather be harmed than harm, is not abject.” Please. Can we be leaving now. We like bus trips, remember. Together we could watch these winter fields slip past, and never care again, think of it. I don’t have to be anywhere.

Franz Wright, “Alcohol” (via whisperthatruns)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

Hazel wind of dusk, I have lived so much.

Franz Wright, from “Winter Entries,” Earlier Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2007)

[ruescenic]

[jeffbuckleyforever]

I have notebooks everywhere I go. I’m always day dreaming. Or things that happen to me… It’s just about being alive, my songs. It’s about the voice carrying much more information than words do.

Jeff Buckley (via jeffbuckleyforever)

[nemophilies-deactivated20190428]

It doesn’t take two eyes to see you are bent & sad as plywood left in the rain, & me, I am a field, a field, a field.

Aracelis Girmay, from “Cyclops Mary On the Avenue, A Monologue,” in Teeth (via nemophilies)

[dendroica]

Prairie Smoke (via USFWS Mountain-Prairie)

This native wildflower blooms in the spring and can be found on the Cornell Waterfowl Production Area in the Kulm Wetland Management District, North Dakota.

Photo Credit: Krista Lundgren/USFWS

[warmthcalled]

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[metaphorformetaphor]

The storm is over; too bad, I say. At least storms are clear about their dangerous intent. Ordinary days are what I fear, the sneaky speed with which noon arrives, the sun shining while [...] a man falls out of love.

Stephen Dunn, from “Ordinary Days,” Landscape at the End of the Century ( W. W. Norton  Company,1992)    

(via metaphorformetaphor)

[metaphorformetaphor]

I just felt something dull like a small door being shut, a door to someone else’s house.

Stephen Dunn, from “Turning Fifty,” Landscape at the End of the Century (W. W. Norton  Company,1992)   (via metaphorformetaphor)

[warmthcalled]

she is cherry-picked, you say / and i / i am picked from some different tree / with no flowers / standing alone / on a beach // she is cherry-picked, you say / and she has blues eyes just like the sky / and mine / mine are like two blackberries [so, you see, i am kind of fruity as well] // she is cherry-picked, you say / and her hair is the color of honey / and mine / mine is the color of roasted chestnuts // she is cherry-picked, you say / and i feel hurt / because when i look inside of me / when i look around me / when i look back / i cannot see / in the darkness / someone choosing me // but when i close my eyes i feel your hand gently clasping around my head // i am dreaming / and she [...]

[realityayslum]

新宇 苏 / Su Xinyu

恢复的 (Recovery), 2015

[metaphorformetaphor]

Not being birds, we seek our own windpatterns, fashion the lute, discover language.

Ellen Bryant Voigt, from “Dialogue: Poetics,” Messenger: New and Selected Poems 1976-2006 (W. W. Norton  Company, 2007)