“My Love Is Honey Tongue. Dandelion Wine In A Pitcher. Thirsty Love. My Love Licks It’s Fingers Before

Maya Phillips, Sometimes my father is a roaming hunger

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

This is why some of us wake up          in the middle of night looking for saint—                    and maybe your saint is the moon, or maybe your phone, or maybe          it’s that moment you walk out the door                    to look up at the stars just to prove to the heavens you’re still alive.

— Kelli Russell Agodon, from “I Don’t Own Anxiety, But I Borrow It Regularly,” published in Glass: A Journal of Poetry

tenderness and destruction

[aka a wen kexing starter kit part 2 (part 1)]

Hieu Minh Nguyen // Raymond Carver, from Late Fragment // @Mothcub // Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry // Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // Hozier, Sunlight // Hanif Abdurraqib, from “Board Up the Doors, Tear Down the Walls,” in A Little Devil in America

Anne Boyer, What Resembles the Grave But Isn’t

“I am so filled with my love of her. At the same time I feel that I am dying.”

— The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

“Dig your teeth into me. Come on, I dare you. Take a bite. Open me up: raw and candyfloss pink on the inside. Make it hurt. I figure, you’re going to hurt me one way or another. Might as well be with your mouth.”

— IT’S A CIRCUS AND WE ALL PAID TO BE HERE,by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

Let something happen. Something terrible, something bloody.

Sylvia Plath, Johnny Panic and The Bible of Dreams; from ‘Stone Boy with Dolphin’