Bodyparts are falling from the sky
An I'm trying to piece you together
I can't seem to find the parts that fit
Sometimes you're too small, or too big
But I try relentlessly to build your body
Don't even realize it's a monster I've created
It doesn't have your smile, darling
It's my fault probably, but I swear I'm trying
So I'll just redo it again, and again
Until my hands are bleeding,
And my eyes are blinded from the building
And I collapse on the chest of the monsters I've created.
how is there so much going on inside of my head but aIso literally nothing
i love when i pull up a google doc and type poetry in it at 3am thinking im having a moment of inspired genius and i look at it the next day and its the stupidest shit i have literally ever read
"I would rather die of passion than of boredom."
Vincent Van Gogh
the sheer intimacy of getting a used book, seeing a stranger’s annotations on it, and feeling so utterly connected to someone you’ve never met >>>>>>>
just some of the the changes in design for the Penguin Symbol on old Penguin Paperbacks
theindianexpress / pascalchampion / hozier, ‘to noise making’ / titanic (1997) dir. james cameron / my chemical romance, ‘sing’ / abc news / dead poets society (1989) dir. peter weir / bertolt brecht
At this point notes app poetry is what I stay alive for...
I miss the sound of your voice
I crave it, so I can fill the void
That lies in the middle of my chest
Open for any temporary guests.
nobody in greek mythology, especially the men and noble women, were good people when looking at them with modern morality. the sooner you can realize that and stop trying to justify their actions in order to enjoy the stories, the sooner you can start to genuinely empathize with and see the shared humanity in the narratives of these people from a deeply alien time, whose stories, although (and partially because) they come out of a culture built on hierarchy and exploitation and violence, still resonate with us today
Are you “enemies to lovers” fucked up or “found family” fucked up?