Anne Boyer, What Resembles The Grave But Isn’t

“everything beautiful in us / is already / dying.”

— — Gwen Benaway, from day/break (via lifeinpoetry)

On lost love

Vita Sackville-West, Everything Everywhere All at Once, Lee Martens, ?, ?,?, Clementine von Radics

Postcolonial Love Poem, Natalie Diaz

“yes, our story ended. i lost you without warning, without justice, without meaning; but somewhere, out there in time, in an alternative universe, we’re meeting for the first time, i look at your lips eagerly, you laugh. somewhere out there we have a whole future ahead of us, an unlimited number of days. and that is not sad, darling. that is beautiful.”

— and until we meet again, i will carry you with me. // V.R. (via liethargy)

How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder?

The Complete Poems; “The Sickness Unto Death”, Anne Sexton//Jean Baudrillard//Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems, Dulce María Loynaz//Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky//Alex Venezia//La Femme de trente ans, Honoré de Balzac//War of the foxes, Richard Siken

Maya Phillips, Sometimes my father is a roaming hunger

Teeth Never Sleep, Ángel García

“Rage, maybe rage would lift me up, make me stand, make me walk—”

— Marlon James, Black Leopard, Red Wolf (via antigonick)

Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water: A Memoir

do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time