geryone:

ALT

Salt Is For Curing, Sonya Vatomsky

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feral-ballad:

Caitlyn Siehl, from What We Buried; “Kindling”

[Text ID: “I am all mouth, with teeth like kindling. / Do not kiss me before you know this. / I am all hunger, all restraint and poised bones, coiled spine, patient spring.”]

driflloon:

namilia ss24

halfof-mysoul:

halfof-mysoul:

on love arriving unannounced

so overwhelmed by the love my little poem received, i wanna cry

askistiyorumyadaolum:

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el-im:

Joan Didion, writing about the shock that followed after the death of her husband, John.

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archetypegirl:

It is like a dog driven off by his master that comes back to bark in front of the house at two in the morning. Not to be let in—he knows his master doesn’t love him—but to make his presence known. Can you imagine, my dear? Two o’clock in the morning, when sleep wraps you in safety and the world seems far away, beyond the darkness? Yet each time the master takes his gun and shoots—as is his right—the dog melts away into the darkness of the night. A wasted bullet.

Agustín Gómez-Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb

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geryone:

ALT

The Agonist, Shastra Deo

s1lkvoid:

Siren, shot by Hanna Antonsson

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thedearidiot:

“THE BODY was found
      haloed by flies—& I looked beautiful

in their thousands of eyes.
             Didn’t I?”

- Michael Wasson, A Soliloquy Would Imply That the Stage Is Empty.

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