i finally bit the bullet and made a new blog bc i have had this blog for over a decade and tl;dr i don’t have access to this account from my desktop, only on mobile, bc tumblr Sucks
if anyone wants to stay in touch, i will be over on @queenregent on the same bullshit i’m on here 🙃
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“Last night I couldn’t sleep and couldn’t sleep just because I wanted so badly to spill over to someone. I feel that I’m cut off from all humankind. I feel like putting my head on your shoulder and weeping from sheer homesickness.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath c. June 1951 featured in Letters Home: Correspondence 1950-1963
(via violentwavesofemotion)
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I am worth more than a metaphor for trauma
painted in florals and fruit, but gardens are beautiful
and I’ve seen some survive the brutal of winter.
The thing is,
I’m healing.
— Roya Marsh, from “in broad dayliGht black thrivers look growth,” dayliGht
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do you guys even know what anne carson is like. you reblog her quotes all the time but are you aware that seeing her in person is a spiritual experience
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siken quotes i like to keep in my pocket
‘so maybe i wanted to give you something more than a catalog of non-definitive acts, something other than the desperation’
‘take a body, maybe / your own, dump it gently. all your dead / unfinished selves and dump them gently’
‘i think i’d rather keep the bullet this time. it’s mine, you can’t have it, see, im not giving it up’
‘when you bang your head on the wall you have to remember / you’re on both sides of it already but go ahead, / yell at yourself’
‘a man takes his sadness down the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river’
‘tonight you’re thinking of cities under crowns / of snow and im staring at you like ‘im looking through the window, counting birds’
‘i had to make up all the words myself. the way / they taste, the way they sound in the air’
‘please keep him safe. / let him lay his head on my chest and we will be / like sailors, swimming in the sound of / it, dashed / to pieces’
‘i’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me’
‘i ran and i knew you wouldn’t catch me. / you are a fever i am learning to live with, and everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel’
‘i clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. id rather quit. id rather be sad. it’s too much work.’
‘someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure. im sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart’
‘and the tug of a simple / profound sadness when it sounds so far away’
‘here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed’
feel free to reblog with more!
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