Everything you did to me, I remember.
Mama, I made it out of your home alive, raised by the voices in my head.
— Warsan Shire, from “Extreme Girlhood,” Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
“I have not almost-killed-myself in two years and three months, but I look at old poems and think, ‘someone should do something about this bleeding body.’ My mouth, the space where a dead thing used to live, even now.”
I watched the movie Frances Ha for a second time this evening and whilst I respect that it’s kind of pretentious, I also vibe super hard with it. Like, being in your 20s in the city and absolutely not having your shit together? that’s me
The Daytrippers (1996) - Greg Mottola
— Wanda Coleman, from “a romantic marriage,” The World Falls Away (via lifeinpoetry)
Put another way, I was almost on empty, and though no one believed it or cared to see, I was just another animal, and like all animals desired, we would suffer.
— Nickole Brown, from “Wild Thing,” To Those Who Were Our First Gods
In Case Of Death Over And Over And Over Again
Things always work out in the end they say Don’t be so quick to jump to conclusions they say Maybe things will get better on their own they say All of this worrying isn’t good for you they say It’s not the end of the world they say Why do you have to be so negative all the time they say Wait it out they say Always look on the bright side they say It could always be worse they say Things’ll start to change you’ll see they say But you can’t think about things that way they say No one else is saying this kind of thing they say Why don’t you give it a chance they say It’s not hurting you
— Brian McGackin, from In Case of Death
Hanging scene, Surpiria (1977), dir.Dario Argento.
Jess R. Sutton, from my only regret is having a body (via lifeinpoetry)
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Each day the same scandal—this body. These teeth and hands.
— Jenny George, from “The Dream of Reason,” The Dream of Reason
“You never forget. It must be somewhere inside you. Even if the brain has forgotten, perhaps the teeth remember. Or the fingers.”
Sometimes I think
I gave my body more of itself so it would be less
tempted, less tempting—
— Emilia Phillips, from “Heavy (After Hieu Minh Nguyen)” published in Tongue
Rumi (via goodreadss)