[bshayer4]

“I am a closed door that even I, myself, am knocking.”

— Bshayer F.R.

[feral-ballad]

i admit i want to be loved religiously and i don’t know what to do with my hands

[cassemiah]

You don't have to sit here

and do the whole

questioning which songs

are yours bullshit

Of course

they're all about you

[tamsoj]

Charles Bukowski, "hurry slowly," from Come On In!

[geryone]

i love you, it looks like rain, June Gehringer

[zxlzxlz]

I’m going to die in the universe you loved me in

[kafk-a]

[starlightacademia]

one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

[safewithsilence-deactivated2023]

When Khalid Hosseini wrote: "I was like a patient who cannot tell the doctor where it hurts, only that it does."

[metamorphesque]

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Alms”

[text ID: My heart is what it was before / A house where people come and go;]

[feral-ballad]

“I loved you before I was born. It doesn’t make sense, I know. I saw your eyes before I had eyes to see. And I’ve lived longing for your every look ever since. That longing entered time as this body. And the longing grew as this body waxed. And the longing grows as this body wanes. That longing will outlive this body. I loved you before I was born. It makes no sense, I know. Long before eternity, I caught a glimpse of your neck and shoulders, your ankles and toes. And I’ve been lonely for you from that instant. That loneliness appeared on earth as this body. And my share of time has been nothing but your name outrunning my ever saying it clearly. Your face fleeing my ever kissing it firmly once on the mouth. In longing, I am most myself, rapt, my lamp mortal, my light hidden and singing. I give you my blank heart. Please write on it what you wish.”

— Li-Young Lee, from The Undressing: Poems; “I loved you before I was born”

[spilltheateeaz]

ATEEZ as quotes from my favourite books

Seonghwa: ‘…he embraced the entire world and every star in heaven glowed within him and sparkled with joy in his soul. He had loved and had found himself.’ - Demian

Hongjoong: ‘That bright heart of his, which did not belong to this world, was backed by a strength and by a powerful resiliency, and it was these that had come to regulate his actions.’ - The Temple of the Golden Pavilion

Yunho: 'His soul might be a sun. I’ve never met anyone who had the sun for a soul.’ - I’ll Give You the Sun

Yeosang: ‘He possessed the power. He held it in his hand. A power stronger than the power of money or the power of terror or the power of death: the invincible power to command the love of mankind.’ - Perfume: The Story of A Murderer

San: ‘Even though my brain was a mess, what kept my soul whole was the warmth of the hands holding mine on both sides.’ - Almond

Mingi: ‘But everyone has a voice, and everyone sings. Oh, we all do it differently… But everybody has a song to sing, their own personal story leaked into the world. And mine is one of love.’ - Kaleidoscope Song

Wooyoung: ‘He is, most of all, l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.’ - Dante’s Inferno

Jongho: ‘He was like a song I’d heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.’ - Memoirs of a Geisha

[gaycommunist]

i wish i knew you when i was young

“wish i knew you” the revivalists // “the great believers” rebecca m // “it’s a miracle we ever met” hallie bateman // @poeticsuggestions // word of honor/山河令 , 天涯客/ faraway wanderers // hustlers (2019), lorene scafaria // “tim i wish you were born a girl” montreal // @dogmotifs // “come under the covers” walk the moon

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, from “He shifts from east to west”, Power Politics

[ijaazat]

everything is so so significant to me how am i supposed to live

[stlowens]

Anaïs Nin, from from Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937

[twloha]

“We are told that a life worth living is found in the next job, romantic partner, or child. We’re told it is found in Instagram likes, a huge social circle, and in riches. However, by following the footprints that a lifelong anxiety disorder, depression, and stints of self-harm and suicidality have left, I’ve found that closure, forgiveness, balance, and peace are all found internally.”

— Paige Vincent, “Try for Today” (via twloha)

[rosavaya]

“Yes, in winter there must be / some healing,”

— Bella Akhmadulina, from “Winter” (tr. Geoffrey Dutton and Igor Mezhakoff-Koriakin)