£IV

You are made of bent coat hangers, honey, gravel, epoxy, and handstands. I am made of lying on the floor, the same song on repeat.

[girlfictions]

jenny zhang, in an interview with thora siemsen

[weltenwellen]

Wale Ayinla, from “Portrait of a Boy with Grief”

[happyheidi]

(via)

[freshmoviequotes]

You Won't Be Alone (2022)

[potior]

[mountainqoats]

[decision]

[adrasteiax]

Some things move in and dig down whether you want them to or not.

Charles Wright, from College Days in “Scar Tissue” (via weltenwellen)

[letheane-deactivated20200121]

“All my love—and all its ashes.”

— Heinrich Heine, from Book of Songs; “Where is Now your Precious Darling,” (via aryasnow)

[aurumnorthwood]

[sotick]

By  Robert Chang

[lifeinpoetry]

i was/everywhere, like a god/or a virus & i was everything/required of me & i was anything/but tame/& so, so long from then/i stand in the deepest part of night/singing recklessly, calling/what must feast/ to feast.

Danez Smith, from “recklessly,” published in Vinyl  (via weltenwellen)

[culturenlifestyle]

[niadil]

[atraversso]

[raboartcollection]

[adrenaline]

by Adrian