Margaret Atwood, from “He shifts from east to west”, Power Politics

why are you so sad?

@darkerthanerebus | rainer maria rilke | unknown | tennesse williams | juansen dizon | unknown | jamie oliveira

@ailec-12

Danez Smith, from "summer, somewhere"

u sure u don't want me to stay?

i can turn you into poetry but i cannot make you love me.

@fairycosmos / Comic by @shhhitsfine / Comic by @incendavery

@ryebreadgf / alison zai / phillip roth / unknown / @archbudzar

The Glass Essay, Anne Carson | Molly Brodak, Molly Brodak

in a perfect world, those two are the call

and this is the response

in summer wounds fester and in winter they ache. another one of life's classic no win scenarios

everything is about reaching the ending except for the ending which is about wanting to go back to the start

when georges bataille wrote, “no greater desire exists than a wounded person’s need for another wound” & when gillian flynn wrote, “a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort” & when ocean vuong wrote, “sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined” & when lisa m. basile wrote, “did you inherit a sickness? did you blame god? do you believe in god? do you believe in yourself? are you still on fire? did you ever put out the fire?” & when stephen a. guirgis wrote, “why didn't you make me good enough so that you could’ve loved me?”

ada limón, lucky wreck

Myra McEntire

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward 

— LOVE DISORDERS AND OTHER OLD HEARTACHES, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

but you see her on instagram and it was never really said that you guys aren’t friends but one day she stopped answering and you stopped texting and it’s not like the wound is a cavern but it is a diagram of what if in red letters. you want to tell her nice lipstick that’s a good color but the last time you spoke it was stilted and awkward 

how do you say goodbye, you know? it’s not an unfriend and block kind of situation. but you watch the people you once loved go on and have a life and you’re outside of it. and it’s bittersweet because of course it’s okay that you’re both thriving. but she used to be who you’d call if you needed to cry. she used to be who’d you’d be binge watching the new series with. you used to be hers, in a way, even if that way wasn’t permanent. and now she’s someone else and so are you and your friendship is clicking heart shapes next to pictures where she smiles next to people you’ve never met. you know where her birthmark is. she knows where you’ve buried your dead.

the poets and the singers and the authors write about romantic love when it ends. but nobody tells you how to get over a friend.

Ocean Vuong, from “Devotion”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

— John Murillo, “Mercy, Mercy Me”