[allthesedarlingsandnowme]

The Last Days of Judas Iscariot, Guirgis

Frankenstein, Shelley

[sweatermuppet]

bumper sticker that says "i disappoint my parents beyond the scope of their comprehension. every continued choice as an independent being leaves them confused & repulsed. this both haunts & amuses me as an adult, making smaller the vulnerable child inside me, crushed by expectation."

[lifeinpoetry]

Body, body, o dear ordinary miracle,

I want. To learn how to be bold in my body. It’s always young, it’s always old in my body

& at what age does one begin? I begin. Are you lost? Are you tide? I want you to be September, with its promise of rain. With its prophecy of storm.

— Zeina Hashem Beck, from "Ghazal-Ode for My Body," O

[theoptia]

Marguerite Duras, from The Lover

Text ID: My mother didn’t foresee what was going to become of us as a result of witnessing her despair.

[dietergrams]

letter from Thom yorke to a fan. 

[peonyleaf]

isn't it lovely when people ask each other "how did you sleep?"? like wow someone cares about me enough to want even my daily unconscious hours to be nice? how did you sleep? well, i hope. i hope you're always well

[cithaerons]

Aria Aber, Ideology

[llovelymoonn]

on falling in love with the mundane

@mushroombunny \ @ionomycin​ \ @wvterways​ \ alberto morrocco window in anticoli \ @podencos​ \ @winedark-maverick​

kofi

[primulaceas]

Mary Oliver, “When I Am Among the Trees.” Thirst

[matrose]

watch this [walks into the ocean and the saltwater fills the hole in my chest cavity]

[weltenwellen]

Archilochos translated by Anne Carson, in “Eros the Bittersweet”

[ferrantte]

while we're young: kadambari kashyap for verve india, ph. imdad barbhuyan

[deerchasingheadlights]

“I’m not enough” enough What get a grip the sun is shining

[firstfullmoon]

Srikanth Reddy, from “Sonnet”

[text ID: Some men will make a grave out of anything. / Anything. / It depends on how lonely they get. / Times when a body could dig through the night.]

[medusagirlfriend-blog]

Charlotte Ager

[marscia]

Joan Didion writes, in On Keeping a Notebook, that the purpose of keeping a notebook, or a journal for that matter, isn’t because you simply want keep a personal record of things; but because you want to remember the person you were at that specific moment. we write things down on our notebook/journal/diary (whichever one of those you keep) because we want to remember. we want to remember what specific people meant to us on a particular day or hour. or minute. we want to remember our first impression of something (or of doing that something), possibly of someone, too. sometimes we think we’ll “always remember” important events: “I’ll make a mental note of that” etc etc. but in reality everything is fleeting. so Didion says write it down. keep a journal. that way, people, places, and certain events will always be there in case you ever want to come back to them sometime in the future. but also so that they don’t ever haunt you.

[macaulaytwins]

Wishbone, Richard Siken // Corpus Christi, Terrence McNally // A Primer for the Small Weird Loves, Richard Siken