The moon just now.
Nelly Arcan, from The Dress, Burqa of Skin (via lifeinpoetry)
Patient, plodding, a green skin growing over whatever winter did to us, a return to the strange idea of continuous living despite the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. Fine then, I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all.
— Ada Limón, from “Instructions on Not Giving Up,” published in Poem-a-Day
from the archives of octavia butler
you’re on the phone with your mother again, but in this dream, you are screaming endlessly endlessly endlessly. no words careen out of your broken mouth just guttural, wounded sound. you are ceaseless, you give no room for her to respond, but in this dream, she doesn’t feel the need to. in this dream, she understands.
— Wanda Deglane, from “Storms from Jupiter,” published in Moonchild Magazine
My mom’s cats, they’re brothers
Synchronized catting
This is called mirroring. Cats do this with each other (and humans!) as a way of being social.
y’all ever dance in ur underwear while listening to some bops & getting ready??? it’s the easiest way to fill up the serotonin tank
NOTICE:
Due to the lack of cicadas so far this summer I will climb the trees and scream in their absence
You’re healing every time you
- get out of bed because there’s something you’re excited about.
- don’t think about people who left.
- clean the clutter in the room and dishes in your sink.
- smile at yourself and random people.
- do something kind and out of the blue to make someone happy.
- work out or meet with friends even though you have no energy to.
- calm yourself down when your thoughts race.
- remember to drink water.
- don’t dwell on things you can’t control.
- do things good for yourself, even though you have no motivation.
- tell yourself that you’re growing from this, and you won’t feel like this forever.
get rekt nerds
IG: bykellymalka
Hannah Gadsby, Nanette
“The truth is if I keep forgetting I may scratch myself to pieces. // The truth is don’t touch me.”
— Pazia, from “Passover,” published in Yes, Poetry
honestly
Franconia Ridge sunrise//July 2018
Sometimes when you’re depressed, you draw more Daphne/Velma ✨
Isn’t that the truth Desire you left But I went on I am still here now In the screaming light
— Dorothea Lasky, from “Desire,” published in Berkeley Poetry Review