How Much Can You Change And Get Away With It, Before You Turn Into Someone Else, Before It's Some Kind

— Love, Paruyr Sevak

[text ID: You have become so delicate / And vulnerable, / As if you're living without a skin. / - That's Love.

text ID: Քնքշացել ես այնքա՜ն / Ու խոցելի՛ դարձել,, / Կարծես թե ապրում ես առանց մաշկի։ / -Սերն է։]

the tragic hero attains something like divine completeness, except that for human beings completeness is death.

alexandra christo, to kill a kingdom

“I rehearsed it all night—the absence of mercy, as a condition to you who said when I am in the same room as your body I am        in a different room.”

— Kimberly Grey, from The Opposite of Light: Poems; “We Are Mostly Merciful”

love in the time of cholera, gabriel garcía márquez // carmilla, joseph sheridan le fanu // letter of testimony, octavio paz (trans. eliot weinburger) // planet of love, richard siken // the queen of carthage, louise glück // excerpt from a letter to fanny brawne, john keats // little weirds, jenny slate // clarification, franz wright // sonnet lxvi, pablo neruda (trans. ilan stavans) // gone: poems, fanny howe.

Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from “Let Us Believe in the Dawn of the Cold Season”, Sin

Of all my dead it’s you

who come to me unfinished

— Adrienne Rich, A Woman Dead in her Forties

Growing Up & Losing Friends

Fernando Pessoa, “A Little Larger Than The Entire Universe” | A. Timofeev, “Spring” | Mikko Harvey, “For M” | F. Scott Fitzgerald | Adele “When We Were Young” | Willem Haenraets, “A Letter for Two Friends” | Alain de Botton | Hishaam Siddiqi, “Where Did You Go?” | @honeytuesday | Edward Hopper, “Pensive Lady in Pink” | George R.R. Martin, “A Game of Thrones”

“(…) no one wants a half-remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name the organs it kissed.”

— Life of the Party, ‘Addendum II to No Baptism’ by Olivia Gatwood (via decreation)

“question: how do you make a monster stop feeling so monstrous? you give her something she can hold in her palms without crushing. you give her something sweet and tell her to keep it. you wipe the blood from her hands. you say her name, over and over, like an absolution. you forgive her. you forgive her. you forgive.”

— whatever it takes