when richard siken said “the enormity of my desire disgusts me.” and when angela of foligno said “i could not imagine a death vile enough to match my desire.” and when yves olade said “my rot is as hungry as me” and when cj miller said “there is nothing more humiliating to me than my own desires.” and when benjamin alire sàenz said “what is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire?” and when richard siken said “desire, like a monster, crawls up out of the lake.”
aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire sáenz // father and son dancing by brian kershisnik // the pain scale by eula biss // the last of us part II // folding a five-cornered star so the corners meet by li-young lee // x // funeral by phoebe bridgers // trista mateer
chivalry is dead. all i want is a man to waltz into my office with a cherub smile and a fox's teeth, help me solve the case of an ancient death mask, kiss me and steal the keys to my safe out my pocket so that I can arrest him, only for him to get away and leave me with a note signed using his real name
does anyone else just absolutely crave the gray, gloomy autumn weather where the sky is overcast and the air feels like rain, where you can sit in your windowsill with a cup of hot tea and candles burning, and the deep gray of the sky contrasts with the fiery orange and bright yellows of the trees? where the air smells like wet leaves and it's cool outside, you can put on your favorite sweater and go for a walk in the light misting rain?