because it’s all I have

Because I'm hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. —Richard Siken

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

To the Bone, Dorothy Allison 

[ID: That summer I did not go crazy / but I wore / very close / very close / to the bone.]

[wordspack]

You are further from me now than when you were in the land of the dead.

Natalie Haynes, A Thousand Ships

[feral-ballad]

Yves Olade, from Bloodsport; “When rome falls”

[wordspack]

Everything you have I will turn against you. I'll turn sugar bitter for you. I'll take your very shield and crack it on your head.

Helen Oyeyemi, White is for Witching

[orpheuslament]

Cain, José Saramago (trans. Margaret Jull Costa)

[filmnoirsbian]

Tenderhooks by Joan Tierney

[primulaceas]

Natalie Diaz, "I, Minotaur." Postcolonial Love Poem

[flowerytale]

Margaret Atwood, from “Owl Song”, Selected Poems: 1965-1975

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-1927; August 12, 1926

Text ID: I will suffer; that is all. I will be strong enough.

[soracities]

Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra (1924), Letters to Véra (ed. Brian Boyd & trans. Olga Voronin)

[Text ID: “I’m more than thinking about you — I’m living about you,”]

[heartshop]

Sarah Kane, Psychosis 4.48

[wordspack]

Pain, however, is no story in itself.

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

[facinaoris]

The Vault,  Andrés Cerpa

[rotmance-deactivated20210324]

“Look, just as time isn’t inside clocks love isn’t inside bodies: bodies only tell the love.”

— Yehuda Amichai, from “On Some Other Planet You May Be Right” (via merulae)

[wordspack]

Anyway, I'm a wolf living with people, and there's a name for wolves that live with people. If he whistled, I'd come running.

Terry Pratchett, Jingo

[wordspack]

What good are you to me now, when I am—this? Where were you when there was still summer in my heart? Come back a month ago, a decade, but come back to before I had to forgive you. Just come back and ask again; I'll wait if it takes forever this time.

Daniel Mallory Ortberg, Something That May Shock and Discredit You

[wordspack]

I never know how to refer to previous incarnations of myself in a way that honestly acknowledges the present without sacrificing the past.

Daniel Mallory Ortberg, Something That May Shock and Discredit You