“It Is Holy / To Say Any Name 3 Times, But I’ve Stood In Front Of Enough Mirrors/ To Know No One

“yes, our story ended. i lost you without warning, without justice, without meaning; but somewhere, out there in time, in an alternative universe, we’re meeting for the first time, i look at your lips eagerly, you laugh. somewhere out there we have a whole future ahead of us, an unlimited number of days. and that is not sad, darling. that is beautiful.”

— and until we meet again, i will carry you with me. // V.R. (via liethargy)

i want to fill my mouth with your name

Pablo Neruda, Katrien De Blauwer, Marina Tsvetaeva, Anne Magill, Nick Lantz, Anne Magill, Nick Lantz, Anne Magill, Nick Lantz, Anne Magill, Nick Lantz, Ashley Walters, Erika Meitner, Katrien De Blauwer, Ocean Vuong, Anne Magill, Nick Lantz

buy me a coffee

from love as an act of merciful conquer by silas denver melvin

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self-portrait against red wallpaper, richard siken

neta l. in spite

[Text ID: “Admit it was on purpose. Confess that you saw the rot and chose to stay. That you touched the cobwebs and the dusty staircase and you loved me still. That you saw it all and lived there deliberately. That you fixed the leaky faucet instead of turning it off and changed the light bulbs instead of kneeling in broken glass. Tell me you weren’t blind and deaf to it, promise you loved me knowingly.” /End ID]

“Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Good and Evil (via twofacedharveydent)

Of all my dead it’s you

who come to me unfinished

— Adrienne Rich, A Woman Dead in her Forties

when arctic monkeys sang “I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust” and when the lumineers sang “damn your wife, I’d be your mistress just to have you around” and when hozier sang “if I was born as a blackthorn tree, I’d wanna be felled by you, held by you” and when son lux sang “if you need to, you can break me too, please just take me with you” and when of monsters and men sang “I’ll be the blood if you’ll be the bones, I’m giving you all” and

Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”, Leaves of Grass

[Text ID: “I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,”]

“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)