I Confess I Loved You More Than I Let On But You Weren't Ready For It.   And I Wasn't Going To Pour

changing of the seasons - two door cinema club

Sunrise on the river

Flowers which as in a dream at sunset I watered faithfully not knowing how much I loved them. I am so lonely in my glory.

Allen Ginsberg, “Transcription of Organ Music,” Howl (via millionen)

Let me be young & disrespectful. Let me leave my plate an unfinished slaughter. Let me spend & eat until I, & no one else, says I’m done.

— Fatimah Asghar, from “Look, I’m Not Good At Eating Chicken,” published in The Rumpus

– Anne Carson, “Short Talk on Van Gogh”

Her fingers moving fast & brutal as if mapping blue edges of the unseen sky.

This is what it means to really want something. Her open mouth an iris ringed

with desperation deeper than shame. You’ll forsake everything if only to be real—

— Natalie Wee, from “Mirror,” Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines

There is a beautiful sorrow in turning your back to something you once loved, and smiling.

KPK (via ipoetried)

Remember that the world began in a manic episode, too. God likes to hoard sharp things, just like you. We are saving you. And we need to hear it one more time: Who knows best?

Lydia Havens, From the Voices, published in “Pouch” (via mythaelogy)