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Natalie Wee, Least of all

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Miracle Fish, Ada Limón

[ Text ID: I used to pretend to believe in God. Mainly, I  liked so much to talk to someone in the dark. ] 

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Chelsea Dingman, from "Psychogeography"

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Mary Oliver, "To Be Human Is to Sing Your Own Song." Blue Horses

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Sara Luisa Kirk, from "Begin here,"

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Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

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Coming to terms with your mother's humanity

@death-born-aphrodite/@bitterl/Supernatural/8.46am on Instagram/Hailey Noecker/Fatima Aamer Bilal/Winterhats, literally from AO3/Mitski

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really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.

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Ocean Vuong, from “Beautiful Short Loser”

[text ID: Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I imagine Van Gogh singing / Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” into his cut ear & feeling peace.]

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ronan lynch/adam parrish & robin blyth/edwin courcey: parallels pt. 2

part 1 / 2

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Ama Codjoe, from "The Bluest Nude" [ID'd]

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calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

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Frank Bidart, “To the Dead”, Half-Light: Collected Poems, 1965-2016

[Text ID: “The love I’ve known is the love of two people staring

not at each other, but in the same direction.”]

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Mary Oliver, "When Did It Happen?", Felicity

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thinking about jeff buckley being asked, "how do you want to be remembered?" and answering with, "as a good friend."

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Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain

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Susan Abulhawa, from Against the Loveless World: A Novel

[Text ID: “I wanted to be chosen, maybe loved. I wanted out of my life, out of my skin,”]