[andrumedus]

Morgan Parker, Other People’s Comfort Keeps Me Up At Night; “Greetings from Struggle City”

[Text ID: For a taste of your neck I would / burn my tongue]

[ashtrayxdiaries]

Cindy Kimberly

[vamplire]

no such thing as oversharing. i want to live inside your veins.

[gangsters-wife]

[onlydoll]

“….Who wouldn’t want you? Whose most demonic appetite could you possibly fail to answer?”

— Louise Gluck, from “Persephone’s Song”

[haverst]

Mahmoud Darwish

[deusben]

unfortunately i am the type who wants to wear each others blood in vials

[gingerbreadfrosting]

[wnq-writers]

“She made a poet out of me; and I made a poem out of her.”

— The Carcoleptic

[roua-poemului]

“I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart;”

— Jorge Luis Borges, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “In a Deserted Streetcorner”.

[venusimleder]

The Face, June 1994.

Ph. Jean Baptiste Mondino

[longhairvixen]

[derangedrhythms]

My madness is dear to me.

Denise Levertov, Relearning the Alphabet: Wanting the Moon; from 'Mad Song'

[evilottoandfrenxxy]

[dark0nme]

[ih8ikura]

[11may11]