— The Carnivorous Lamb, Agustín Gómez-Arcos, tr. William Rodarmor
Sophokles, from Elektra; translated by Anne Carson in An Oresteia
Text ID: ELEKTRA: You have town away the part of my mind where hope was—
“My love is honey tongue. Dandelion wine in a pitcher. Thirsty love. My love licks it’s fingers before it has even fed. My love is peach juice dripping down the neck. Too much sugar love. Cavity love. Toothache, tummy ache love. Soft hands holding the jaw open love. Summer love. Sticky sweet, sticky sweat love. My love can’t ride a bike. My love walks everywhere. Wanders through the river. Feeds the fish, skips the stones. Barefoot love. My love stretches itself out on the grass, kisses a nectarine. My love is never waiting. My love is a traveller, a fruit-eater, a holder. My love is alive. Warm. It lives. It breathes.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, Warm after “Love, Gravity, and Other Forces” by Anita Ofokansi (via alonesomes)
Cathy Linh Che, from Go Forget your father//Friedrich Nietzsche// Richey Edwards// // Moss Angel, Girldirt Angelfog// Rainer Maria Rilke, Fragment of an Elegy,// Leila Miccolis, till death do us part.
i want to fill my mouth with your name
Pablo Neruda, Katrien De Blauwer, Marina Tsvetaeva, Anne Magill, Nick Lantz, Anne Magill, Nick Lantz, Anne Magill, Nick Lantz, Anne Magill, Nick Lantz, Ashley Walters, Erika Meitner, Katrien De Blauwer, Ocean Vuong, Anne Magill, Nick Lantz
buy me a coffee
“Are you scared of the dark?” he asks me. I say, “Why would I be scared of what is part of me?”
— something lurks inside me, and it will make or wreck me. t.b. (via lewiscarol)
“I am deathly afraid of almosts. Of coming so very close to where I want to be in life that I can almost taste it, almost touch it, then falling just a little short.”
— Beau Taplin, Just Short (via wordsnquotes)