a soft epilogue .
she-ra and the princesses of power, nd stevenson / seventy years of sleep #4, nikka ursula (n.t). / cottage and wildlowers, hailey e. herrera / ireland, liza anne / sleeping in, leslie allen
All of us like stairs, one step after another, going up, going down, but always going the same way.
Letter to My Rage: An Evolution - Lidia Yuknavitch / Lady Snowblood / Autumn Sonata (x) / The Unbearable Lightness of Being - Milan Kundera / On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous - Ocean Vuong / Milk and Honey - Rupi Kaur / The Joy Luck Club / Enough - Suzanne Buffam / x / The Chronology of Water - Lidia Yuknavitch / Lake Mungo / Family Tree (Intro) - Ethel Cain
“& my body is a wall so thin you could miss it so wide it cuts the world in half & out the light you stumble touch yourself gently & enough.”
— Danez Smith, from “For the Dead Homie,” published in The Fight and the Fiddle (via lifeinpoetry)
when margaret atwood said “i'm sorry there is so much pain in this story” and richard siken said “there is no other version of this story” and mary oliver said “you don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway, i don’t want to tell it”
“I fell asleep in the deep velvet of this wood; I dreamt divine things.”
— Delmira Agustini, from Morning Songs: Poems; “The Wings,” c. 1910