Wolves Without Teeth // Of Monsters And Men

a little much for everyone

heather havrilesky // florence welch // yorgos lanthimos // steven meisel // lorde // taylor swift

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

adrienne rich, of women born: motherhood as experience and institution / alexandra levasseur - body of land collection, 2015 / ana teresa barboza - bordados collection, 2004 / margaret atwood, “europe on $5 a day” / tracey emin - it was all too much, 2018 / clarice lispector, a breath of life / gérard lartigue- femme bougie, 2018 / jenefer schute, life-size / louise bourgeois - i DISTANCE myself from myself, 2010 / wayne koestenbaum, “figure” / henrik uldalen - caries and surge, 2017 / andrés cerpa, “the vault” / jennifer’s body (2009) / enrico robusti- food, sex, & irony collection, 2014 / sylvia plath, the bell jar

i distance myself from myself

“Are you scared of the dark?” he asks me. I say, “Why would I be scared of what is part of me?”

— something lurks inside me, and it will make or wreck me. t.b. (via lewiscarol)

i beg you to love me, say that i'm enough, but you tell me— why are you like this? i think there's something wrong with you.

for @shestrying

“I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth”

— Ophelia, Act IV, Scene V 

Postcolonial Love Poem, Natalie Diaz

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

“My love is honey tongue. Dandelion wine in a pitcher. Thirsty love. My love licks it’s fingers before it has even fed. My love is peach juice dripping down the neck. Too much sugar love. Cavity love. Toothache, tummy ache love. Soft hands holding the jaw open love. Summer love. Sticky sweet, sticky sweat love. My love can’t ride a bike. My love walks everywhere. Wanders through the river. Feeds the fish, skips the stones. Barefoot love. My love stretches itself out on the grass, kisses a nectarine. My love is never waiting. My love is a traveller, a fruit-eater, a holder. My love is alive. Warm. It lives. It breathes.”

— Caitlyn Siehl, Warm after “Love, Gravity, and Other Forces” by Anita Ofokansi (via alonesomes)

the name of the person you love is more than language

Patti Smith, Yusef Komunyakaa, Nicki Lantz, Claude McKay, Pablo Neruda, Marina Tsvetaeva, Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Tennessee Williams, James Joyce

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