@unspokengrief

jazbaaati :

John Berger, Will it be a Likeness? from The Shape of a Pocket

weltenwellen :

Mary Oliver, from “Dogfish”, Dream Work

sentimentalbot :

— Richard Brautigan, from, “Horse Child Breakfast,” originally published in 1968

weltenwellen :

T.S. Eliot, from “East Coker”, Collected Poems, 1909-1962

trashzy :

@enfranchisement

int3rnvlfl0w :

closeupofpaintings :

Vojtěch Hynais - Golden Curls, 1904 (detail)

2manypdfs :

Burnt Sugar by Avni Doshi

rovrsi :

Devon Aoki at Fendi F/W 2000-01 Backstage.

roses–and–rue :

19th century die-cut devotional card.

ancientawan :

icaruslamented :

tumblr is so like. meaningless. just clicking around. reading lil poem fragments. reblogging things just bcuz the vibe is good. seeing the same paintings on the dash 5 times in a day. making my little 2 note posts. love it here.

ohemptyfaced :

(oc)

please just let me forget you.

firstfullmoon :

—if I could remember a day when I was utterly a girl
and not yet a woman—

but I don’t think there was a day like that for me.

When I look at the girl I was, dripping in her bathing suit,
or riding her bike, pumping hard down the newly paved street,

she wears a furtive look—
and even if I could go back in time to her as me, the age I am now

she would never come into my arms
without believing that I wanted something.

— Marie Howe, from “The Girl,” in What the Living Do: Poems

lifeinpoetry :

this is my body
and i am terrified
of the space it takes up

— Mary Lambert, from “Why I Slept With Makeup on for Five Years,” Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across

ghoulnextdoor :

Alexis Berger

sentimentalbot :

— Vivian Gornick, from, “Fierce Attachments,” originally published in 1987

liriostigre :

Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead (translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones)

sirenoirs :

                                                           MOOD: IV

unspokengrief :

My mother says I could tell a story with the scars on my skin, so I wear long sleeves and sweat through the summer. I am a girl with tragedy written all over her body and I don’t know how to stay quiet with this much blood in my mouth. I don’t know how to stay tender with skin this ragged. My grief eats me alive but he took the first bite. He started the feast and my mother took a seat at the table. I don’t know how to tell her the blood in her mouth is mine. So instead I ask her, please wash the dishes once you’re done.

— Hannah Green, from “Dinner Time.”

filmwitches :

MARLENE CLARK
as Ganja Meda in Ganja & Hess
(1972) dir. Bill Gunn

burnhamandtilly :

BURNING 🔥

to love anyone by victoria chang / demon by brian luong / fragment 38 by sappho / burn it down by brian luong / straw house, straw dog by richard siken / skeleton by brian luong / a burning hill by mitski

Sue Zhao // Dialogues on Love #">blossomfully:

Sue Zhao // Dialogues on Love # 4 // “Maybe I already do”

flowerytale :

Simone de Beauvoir ― The Woman Destroyed

givemearmstopraywith :

God is running after me going pspspspspsps

andreablog2 :

Joe Biden is obsessed with me

liriostigre :

Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

sweet-marie :

jesse ball, from “how to set a fire and why”