How Two Hands Touch And The Bonds Will Never Be Broken.

Ghost Of My Ghosts, Sol Rios

Anne Boyer, What Resembles the Grave But Isn’t

“–and what I really meant to say is, girls like us are fluent in silence. When we bite our tongues, we swallow the blood.”

— excerpt from EVERY PLACE IS EMPTY UNTIL WE LEAVE IT // h.y.k (via sekmets)

IF THE MOON SMILED, SHE WOULD RESEMBLE YOU

Sylvia Plath // X // N. D. Wilson // e.e. cummings // X // Northern Downpour // Odysseus Elytis // X // Sylvia Plath // Nikita Gill // X // Margaret Atwood

Figment, Leila Chatti

Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose the Time War

i've gotten good at living on someone else's page

~ Metaphor - The Crane Wives

“Like any unloved thing, I don’t know if I’m real when I’m not being touched.”

— Natalie Wee, from “Lonely,” Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines (AMAZON / GOODREADS)

Helen Oyeyemi, from “White Is for Witching”  

“(…) and then there’s the silence that comes back, a million times bigger than me, sneaks into my bones and wails and wails and wails until I can’t be quiet anymore.”

— Bright Dead Things; The Quiet Machine, Ada Limón (via briannaswriter)