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if u think money doesnt give u happiness please kindly send it to my bank account thank you

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“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

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franz kafka.

— March 13, 1915 / Franz Kafka diaries

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my favourite poems that i read this year

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someone who is soft and careful with your heart.

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– Quote to Owner

[TEXT ID: "Suddenly it's December and you're not 17 anymore. And you haven't been 17 for a very long time, but sometimes you need to remind yourself." END ID]

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can i bite you sorry bite you sorry bite you sorry bite you sorr

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— Edna St. Vincent Millay to Arthur Davison Ficke, 1922.

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Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible. 

Carl Jung, “Memories, Dreams, Reflections”

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. 

Franz Kafka, “Letters to Milena”

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it’s quiet here

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hi! I hope it's okay to ask this but I was wondering if you have any poems about quiet, simple love or the kind of love that is soft and gentle and transcends time, not because it's out of this world or needs big gestures or is about star crossed lovers, but because it's safe, and it's about two people who find happiness and pleasure in the small things, dancing in the kitchen, shopping together, cooking together? Im not sure how to explain it, i tried to paint an imagine, maybe it helps. Thank you so much ♥️

Having a Coke with You by Frank O'Hara

For Keeps by Joy Harjo

Mountain Dew Commercial Disguised as a Love Poem by Matthew Olzmann

The Orange by Wendy Cope

Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro

On Loving by Forough Farrokhzad

Yours by Daniel Hoffman

Atlas by U.A. Fanthorpe

Camomile Tea by Katherine Mansfield

Always For The First Time by Andre Breton

You Are the Penultimate Love of My Life. by Rebecca Hazelton

To Be In Love Poem by Gwendolyn Brooks

#poetry recs #poetry #poems

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SEPTEMBER

song of the simple truth: the complete poems - julia de burgos / a september day - george henry / excerpt from a letter to aurelia plath - sylvia plath / french autumn - artem tolstukhin / earthquake weather - janice gould / blue shutters - kim english / a girl ago - lucie brock-broido / little women (2019) dir. greta gerwig / september garden party - jane kenyon / constanze saemann and charlotte foubert photographed by ryan brabazon / september 1st - dante émile

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I will die on the waiting room hill

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I will die on the waiting room hill

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Leila Chatti, “Tea”

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“Mysteriously, wonderfully, I bid farewell to what goes, I greet what comes; for what comes cannot be denied, and what goes cannot be detained.”

— Zhuangzi, The Complete Works of Zhuangzi, Watson tr. (Ch 20)