The Letters Of Emily Dickinson

the worst pain is reflecting on everything that happened and realizing that your overthinking about things was right the whole time

1hr ago me was wrong btw

Erika Lee Sears, Strawberry Milk, 2022

Oil on cradled birch wood panel

— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘The Third Hour of the Night’", published c. 2017

me: *tears up when there's the slightest indication you're even a little mad me*

also me: *gets turned on by the the thought of you violently fucking and hitting me*