december……
would you let him light the path for you?
Franz Wright, from “Our Conversation” [ID in alt text]
— Grief, Stephen Dobyns
[text ID: Trying to remember you / is like carrying water / in my hands a long distance / across sand. Somewhere people are waiting. / They have drunk nothing for days.]
Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972
Angela Deane, In the Rose Garden
“He kisses me as if I were a princess - his princess.”
— Anais Nin, January 1922
hey (with the intentions of)
thinking about that illustration of solitude vs loneliness in which solitude is a dog peacefully holding its own leash & loneliness is a feral dog fighting against the restraint of the leash & feeling slightly insane
Jaakko Pallasvuo
musings on november
― Donald Miller, Holly Warburton, L. M. Montgomery, E. M. Forster, Anne Sexton, Kaye Donachie, Anne Sexton, Emilio Hernandez Martin, Maggie Stiefvater, Nina MacLaughlin (The Paris Review)
˗ˏˋin case you’d like to buy me a☕ˎˊ˗
this is not wasted time. time spent healing and growing and letting yourself feel all the things is never wasted.
1. romeo and juliet on the balcony, julius kronberg 2. the meeting on the turret stairs, frederic william burton 3. la belle dame sans merci, john william waterhouse 4. god speed, edmund blair leighton 5. the end of the quest, francis bernard dicksee 6. la belle dame sans merci, francis bernard dicksee
“But why am I too much for myself and too little with you why, whenever you come near me, I feel as if a part of me has disappeared—”
— Adonis, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)
i want to live on his tongue, build a home of gospel