kafk-a:

Ada Limón

softestaura:

cucculelli shaheen “supernovae” collection

metamorphesque:

   —  Anna Akhmatova, “The Sentence,” from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova, translated by Judith Hemschemeyer

[text ID: Today I have so much to do: / I must kill memory once and for all, / I must turn my soul to stone, / I must learn to live again—]

driflloon:

asmara abigail by yohan lillyani

meditationinanemergency:

under no circumstances, kiera. k

lilllium:

—Lilllium, from my piece This is How We Self Destruct

heavensghost:

Patrick Ness

dontgointothelight:

La Deneuve

endless-unfolding:

“You came to the side of the bed and sat staring at me. Then you kissed me—I felt hot wax on my forehead. I wanted it to leave a mark: that’s how I knew I loved you. Because I wanted to be burned, stamped, to have something in the end—”

— Louise Glück, from “Marathon,” in The Triumph of Achilles

inkskinned:

you could never stomach gore, though, could you? so what exactly is this, that you’re doing to yourself? what would you call that? you flinch at the sight of spilled red wine - but here, in this place, you call a sharpness the divine.

feral-ballad:

Yrsa Daley-Ward, from bone; “waiting for the check to clear”