“To Put It Plainly, We Just Couldn’t Stop Writing Songs. To Try And Put It More Poetically, It Feels

- Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life.

“The body as home, but only if it is understood that bodies are never singular, but rather haunted, strengthened, underscored by countless other bodies.”

— Eli Clare, Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness, and Liberation

by touch, by smell.

i would know him blind—

i would know him in death.

“My mind is obscured by the past, as if there is too much to remember. Muted sadness and nostalgia are overwhelming, but it’s always sad because it’s the past. I don’t feel ready to build new memories. I keep going back, like a holiday. There are so many parts and details.”

— Flora Yin-Wong | Liturgy (via abandonarium)

"I rather like to be slugged, to walk away from the poem with old wounds reopened.... let the poem bruise me."

- Anne Sexton

“here’s the sea / anyway in front of you, here’s the / rest / (the waves whispering, as if waves could whisper)”

— Carl Phillips, from “Blue Wash on Linen Canvas, Believed Unfinished”, Pale Colors in a Tall Field (via voirlvmer)

I'm an introvert until someone approaches me .

I barely remember the last 6 months honestly like am I even alive