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edgeofdesiiire: underneaththissmiile: (via lonelyheart) favorite quote, of all time. My heart is ugly, but it could be all yours.
My goal for the spring
lisaweeda: Is chivalry really dead? Beautiful. Just….wow :)
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discardedtwigs:but what do they know of love? ii — Linn D.
Poetry.
Fairies
Worried to the point of insanity -Jacob Garcia
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perfect-silence: wow
i am a lost seahorse
x-heliotropic: I knew exactly what love looked like – in seventh grade Even though I hadn’t met love yet, if love had wandered into my homeroom, I would’ve recognized him at first glance. Love wore a hemp necklace. I would’ve recognized her
POETRY.
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A True Bicon
fireandsteelofangels: “I clutch you the devotion etched in my bones causing the cage to shake as my heart leaps from my chest into your warm embrace it’s you that I trust, that I need that if given time I could love and darling, I’m already halfway
DANGER WALK WITH ME.
fireandsteelofangels:“my trembling hands reaching out to touch yours and we find hope within the blinding dark” — and courage within our hearts by Abby S
try and fuck your way out of this one, mark
discardedtwigs:THE VOID AND THE LONELY AROUND A CAMPFIRE — Linn D.
sheer delight and gratitude;
Sincerely, Joanna
gaugua: “My gods are different now. Angry, they listen, ghost, the way pain bends, separates body from need—” — Cherries in the Teeth of the Once Dead, Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick (via kxowledge)
thewinedarksea: “THE SEA: I’ve swallowed so many hearts and, oh God, I’m still mine alone.” — excerpt from: MOTHER, BRING ME A LOVER AS WILD AS ME // kamilla s. (via wolfalive)
atravesando-el-desierto: “& when the darkness comes: devour it.” — N.L. Shompole, The Monday Papers, Kingdoms in the Wild (via existential-celestial)
lifeinpoetry: We know Lilith atethe bones of her enemies. We know a bitch learns to love her own ghost.— Erika L. Sánchez, from “All of Us,” published in Poem-a-Day
memoryslandscape: “The loneliness comes and goes, but the blue holds, / Permeating the early leaves that flutter in the sunlight” — John Koethe, from “The Late Wisconsin Spring,” North Point North: New and Selected Poems (Harper Perennial,
somnoroasa: “This year I have disappeared. Or I was never there. Or I was never here.” — Jane Mead, from World of Made and Unmade
somnoroasa: “be honest. the wounds have been bearable thus far. & who isn’t bruised around the edges, peaches poured into the truckbed, receipts faded to white? i have only ever wanted to bite down hard on whatever was offered to my hot, grasping
hvorenn: “there is a pain / i cannot name, / inside me. / there is a painless pain / that refuses to be named.” — Chenjerai Hove, in an excerpt from Pain, featured in Blind Moon
lifeinpoetry: “I want them all out of my body. Get out. Get out.” — Joanna C. Valente, from “A Spell for Reversal,” published in ENTROPY
maybe we will wake up singing
the existence of liminal language
mashamorevna: “Just like the wolves, the more I am wounded, the more dangerous I become.” — Channing M
