sadittyprincess:

what-iz-life:

Being with someone who wants to learn about your past history, not to punish or hurt you, but to learn how you need to be loved

theoptia:

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “What I Did Wrong”

Text ID: His cheek against my cheek, / his mouth on my mouth, / his hands on my hair / to be gathered / close closer / This was the source of my suffering and joy

strykerlancer:

— Clarice Lispector, from “Report on the Thing.”

lionfloss:

source

weltenwellen:

Franny Choi, from “Unlove Poem,” American Poetry Review, May 2022

brok3np4radise:

Travel and tell no one. Live a true love story and tell no one. Live happily and tell no one. People ruin beautiful things.

Khalil Gibran

brok3np4radise:

You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.

Daniel Saint

everybody-wants-me-dead:

strykerlancer:

— Tina Chang, from “Color.”

abismoadois:

Eu sou Everest emocional.

— abismoadois

typewriter-worries:

metamorphesque:

from “scent of orange blossoms: haiku/senryu” by Teresa Mei Chuc

[ Text ID: did the atom / ever know its destiny / how our hands create? ]

silverystardustt:

dark-romantics:

~ Courtney Peppernell

oh wow