— Hanif Abdurraqib, From “They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us.”

On some days, I feel this deep longing

For someone.

To be held, to feel my heartbeat

To feel the warmth of my body

Against someone.

On some nights, I sleep listening

To slow love songs.

Pretend that its raining outside

And wrap myself around

The warmth of a comforter and

Fall asleep

Pretending that I'm being loved by someone.

I don't know what is this urge of a human

To be loved so deeply,

That everything else seems insignificant.

Jeanette Winterson, from The PowerBook

“How long will it feel like burning, said the child trying to be kind.”

— Anne Carson, from Decreation; Lines.

fuck, just felt this emotion rn inside of me

[slow dancing, silk textures, hands on her waist, fireworks, velvet touch, euphoric music, black dresses, red roses, moonlit serenade slow songs, lana del rey, letters, lips, forehead to forehead, eye contact, gentleness, candlelit ambiance, whispered secrets, starlit night, soft whispers, vintage charm, lingering perfume, shared laughter, hidden glances, stolen moments, timeless romance.]

Andrea Gibson

i suck your blood.

Jenny Hval, from Girls Against God

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

last day of august.