I've seen this before, but it's been years and it just came across my Twitter in its dying days. The words are from a favorite author of mine, Maggie Stiefvater, and they are the words I most need to hear when it comes to dealing with chronic pain and illness. I didn't need this the first time I saw it, six years ago. I need it now. Maybe you do, too.
2025 wants this to be reblogged again!
Black cats are lucky. (via leahweissmuller)
Alex Dimitrov, from "Chance Visitors"
Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
thank your local trans girl for being alive right now
a body — a life, a death
Richard Siken, Vi Khi Nao, Ilya Kaminsky, Porochista Khakpour, LCD Soundsystem, Ocean Vuong, Charles Bukowski, Jane Kenyon, Anne Sexton, Shruti Swamy, Warsan Shire, Mark Strand, Japanese Breakfast, Anna Akhmatova, Ocean Vuong
Anybody can love you when it is easy,
when they love the very idea of you
that they have cultivated to entertain
them, but can you love me when the reality
is different from that which you expect?
Can you love me even when I am a mess
or is your love incapable of expanding
beyond the shallowness of the depths
in which you choose to cautiously wade?
Can you only love me in the colors
that you have painted with the brush of
your own eyes that hides the truth of
this flesh because I am not the heaven
you have made of me, but the cosmic dust
of the reality of this earth and the breath of
the hope of its last prayer?
- J.Wool, Can You Love Me Then, Breaths of the Soul
thinking about anastasia trusova paintings again
This is heaven
"Failing Better: A Conversation with Ocean Vuong" interviewed by Viet Thanh Nguyen for LA Review of Books (2019) [ID'd]