[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Melissa Cox

[feral-ballad]

Kapka Kassabova, from Someone Else’s Life; “And they were both right”

[weltenwellen]

Erika L. Sánchez, from "Departure"

[wovi]

when georges bataille wrote, “no greater desire exists than a wounded person’s need for another wound” & when gillian flynn wrote, “a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort” & when ocean vuong wrote, “sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined” & when lisa m. basile wrote, “did you inherit a sickness? did you blame god? do you believe in god? do you believe in yourself? are you still on fire? did you ever put out the fire?” & when stephen a. guirgis wrote, “why didn't you make me good enough so that you could’ve loved me?”

[wovi]

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ada limón, lucky wreck

[wovi]

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heather havrilesky, ask polly

[wovi]

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rayne fisher-quann, home for the holidays

[wovi]

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the incest diary

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “My Mother Asks How I'm Doing with Just Whisky and Cats”, Instructions for Traveling West

[weltenwellen]

Sandra Cisneros, from "Tea Dance, Provincetown, 1982", Woman Without Shame

[weltenwellen]

Sandra Cisneros, from "Tea Dance, Provincetown, 1982", Woman Without Shame

[poppyseedxoxo]

[weltenwellen]

Jenny George, "Tin Bucket"

[lunamonchtuna]

— Fyodor Dostoevsky (via lunamonchtuna)

[metamorphesque]

We Have Not Long To Love, Tennessee Williams

[resqectable]

“My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Traci Brimhall, Dear Eros

[brightdeadthing]

love as recognition

anna gavalda / friedrich nietzsche / clarice lispector / jandy nelson / rebecca perry / mhairi mcfarlane

[metamorphesque]

— a girl is a haunted house, tathève simonyan

[text ID: “This is me”, he whispers and I can feel the breath of his fist on my virgin cheekbone. / “This is me”, his voice is clearer, “do you take me as I am?” / But all I can think of is how my mother invented helplessness to raise my father up. / I refuse to build a throne on my head for another man.]

[child-in-her-eyes]

Anne Boyer, A Handbook of Disappointed Fate | Alice Notley, Alma

[389]

“Love has something to do with the notion of being seen — the opposite of invisibility. The invisible, the unwitnessed, the unacknowledged, the isolated, the lonely — these are the unloved. Loving attention illuminates the unseen, escorting them from the frontiers of lovelessness into the observed world. To truly see someone — anyone — is an act that acknowledges and forgives our common and imperfect humanity. Love enacts a kind of vigilant perception — whether it is to a partner, a child, a co-worker, a neighbour, a fellow citizen, or any other person one may encounter in this life. Love says softly — I see you. I recognise you. You are human, as am I.”

— Nick Cave, The Red Hand Files Issue #103

[calvinandhobbes]

i never aimed to give you a talisman!! i had something to say to you!!!!!!!!