A Dialogue Between The Unloved And The Loving

“In the evening my griefs come to me one by one. They tell me what I had hoped to forget. They perch on my shoulders like mourning doves. They are the color of light fading.”

— Linda Pastan, from “Old Woman,” The Five Stages of Grief ( W. W. Norton & Company, 1978)

@keuhkopussirotta / fleabag / jamie anderson / holly warburton / richard siken / mitski / aracelis girmay by @heavensghost / philip pullman

IN THE DARK TIMES WILL THERE ALSO BE SINGING? YES, THERE WILL ALSO BE SINGING. ABOUT THE DARK TIMES.

(1. @soracities​ 2. sam sax, prayer for the mutilated world 3. joy harjo, perhaps the world ends here 4. rhiannon mcgavin, poll worker + bonus bertolt brecht)

“I love you. Always. Even in darkness.”

— Highfalutinman (via wnq-writers)

Kaveh Akbar, from “Despite My Efforts Even My Prayers Have Turned into Threats“

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”

“I fulfilled the prophecy of your throat, loosed in you the fabulous wing of my mouth. Red holy-red ghost. Left my body and spoke to God, came back seraphimed—copper feathered and horned. Our bodies are nothing if not places to be had by, as in, God, she had me by the throat, by the hip bone, by the moon. God, she hurt me with my own horns.”

— Natalie Diaz, The Cure for Melancholy Is to Take the Horn (via theundying)

“I am deathly afraid of almosts. Of coming so very close to where I want to be in life that I can almost taste it, almost touch it, then falling just a little short.”

— Beau Taplin, Just Short (via wordsnquotes)

on love and devotion

unknown // richard siken, litany in which some things are crossed out // hera lindsay bird, I KNEW I LOVED YOU WHEN YOU SHOWED ME YOUR MINECRAFT WORLD // warsan shire // clementine von radics, the next time we talk on facebook // amal el-mohtar and max gladstone, this is how you lose the time war // k.c. cramm, christmas eve forever

“(…) 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)