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liquidlightandrunningtrees · 7 months

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Romantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuation and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning I’ve felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. I’ve pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing.

Melissa Broder, Life without Longing

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liliesbythewater · 9 months

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oh, mother

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mostlyghostie · 5 months

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New fiction! These are the 12 monthly picks from this year of the Belletrist website, I was commissioned by a book group who had been reading along with them!

I’ve only read a couple of these as I usually wait for paperbacks, but I liked both The Premonition and The Guest.

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#my art #artists on tumblr #books #booklr #illustration #bookstack #literary fiction #belletrist #emma cline #banana yoshimoto #angie kim #melissa broder

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derangedrhythms · 1 year

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Melissa Broder, from ‘Lunar Widow’

#melissa broder #lunar widow #poetry #excerpts #silence #o

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hungryfictions · 9 months

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Melissa Broder, Milk Fed

#melissa broder #milk fed #quotes #tw eating disorder #book quotes

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invisible-pink-toast · 6 months

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Melissa Broder, "Problem Area"

#buffy summers #dawn summers #summers sisters #buffy and dawn #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #my post #my edit #melissa broder #problem area #can't stop thinking about how buffy saving dawn is her refusing to let another girl (another innocent child) be sacrificed #but also buffy saving dawn is her saving herself. the girl she was when she was forced to become the slayer

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loverofunreasonandanexile · 8 months

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what a time we must be living in to bounce between extremes of the heart as an external remedy for the thoughts, and feelings that destory us when alone

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roseofstardust · 11 months

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Romantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuations and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning I’ve felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. I’ve pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing.

Pink in the night ~ Mitski // Another Road in the Road~Mahmoud Darwish// Heart, Heart, Head ~ Meg Myers // Yves Saint Lauren (2014) // Seaside improvisation ~Richard Siken // Maurice (1987) // Melissa Broder

#yearning web weaving #web weaving #webweaving #Pink in the night #mitski #another road in the road #mahmoud darwish #hear heart head #meg myers #seaside improvisation #richard siken #maurice 1987 #maurice #melissa broder #yves saint laurent #yearning #longing #weaving a web

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 5 months

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Two of Swords - Trying to keep the balance

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I ask god to send a swordsman / and god says ‘look at your hands’

— Melissa Broder in “Problem Area” from Last Sext

#swords #tarot #quotes #Melissa Broder #Problem Area

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holesss · 2 years

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@ personsonable // @ halogen2 // Dorianne Laux // Jonny Bolduc // @ pigmenting // @ wiremothers // Melissa Broder

#web weaving #paralells #dark academia #poetry #god #godhood #spilled ink #jonny bolduc #dorianne laux #melissa broder

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sinligh · 2 years

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TW

I wish I could swallow my own existence: a full corse meal starting with loneliness.

Maybe if I understood my essence; I’ll get to extract the best of me ?

The origin of this universe or one of its lost stars, A dead parent ? One that is too far.

Cooking barbaric act, no, animalistic art.

Not trying to feed. trying to flee, not to be fed on.

grill slices of my heart, add a tea spoon of discomfort a base to a new family.

Two Kids from under their bed, roots to an endless regret

All in one pot, boiling and boiling and boiling... Until there is nothing left. I have nothing more to give.

Choke on gas, carbon monoxide.

This is missing with my head…

The Devil in me is trying to wake me from my stupor

“Gotta wake up” the singer keeps on repeating

Gotta wake up, gotta wake up. Gotta wake up, gotta wake up. Gotta wake up, come back to life..

I don’t want to want to end up With my head in my oven…

Now, I’m thinking about how I have to create an opposite to all that I want.

An antidote ?

I Never understood the generalized role that i got.

Thought i was only the narrator i had another life away from the main story… One that i didn’t have to share. I’m too awkward to play the lead I only want to be me.