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Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”
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I wanted to put my mouth on you
and draw out whatever toxin...
--but I understand. There are limits to love.
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maybe tomorrow i`ll feel better
PRAYER FOR WEREWOLVES from We are Mermaids by Stephanie Burt
[Text ID: "PRAYER FOR WEREWOLVES // Someone will probably love you for who you are. / If not, you'll still find friends, / friends who, given time, or given warning, / will probably gather around you, hold your hands, / and wrap you in soft coats and blankets till the violence / inside your body ends. // Someone will probably love you for who you are, / not just for who you labor to be. / Maybe you're lost in your skin today. Maybe you're burning / and wish you could tear it all off. Please don't. You are variously / a marvel, an athlete, a wilderness, a source of warmth / and a way to learn from fear. // When you have claws, your claws are yours, your ears / bristle and are yours; your irises / are citrine, pure, and yours. They let you see / through smog and pine thickets and into the future, where / you need no chains to feel secure, / and someone will probably love you for who you are: // then you will know each other's scents / and nuzzle or lope together. But for / now, you have friends, / who are not going anywhere. Please / stay here." -end ID]
I saw a t-shirt that had this lyric and a capybara and I needed the crab version 🦀
official crab post
HELL YEAH IT IS
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You’ve had debilitating migraines since you were a teenager. How has that affected you? My migraines are always reminding me that I am human. Because when a migraine comes, I have to stop my work, my reading, my routine, so it’s always making me humble, helping me realise I’m mortal and vulnerable. Maybe if I was 100% healthy and energetic I couldn’t have become a writer.
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'The Fatigue' by Mihail Zablodski (2022)
artist in denial of being depressed: omg this 2 month long art block has been crazy... sorry i haven't updated any of my fics in a long while! it's just been super difficult to daydream! so weird that i've lost a little bit of passion for my current comfort character and ocs... this couldn't possibly have any implications or alternative explanations
salting a wound to preserve for longer
“Bone dry, we say. Even though one-third of the weight of a living bone is water. We know nothing about ourselves.”
— Natalie Diaz, “Eastbound, Soon,” published in The New Yorker (via bostonpoetryslam)
“what I am aches in me.”
— Fernando Pessoa, from I See Boats Moving; I Have More Than One Soul: Selected Poems (tr. by Jonathan Griffin)
Safia Elhillo, "application for the position of abdelhalim hafez's girl" from The January Children
what I know, Fatimah Asghar
Olivia Laing, from The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone
The body, in its vigorous buoyancy and mobility, always conceals the ponderousness of the earthly, a whiff of imperfection and decrepitude. Showing yourself in your fragile corporeality means accepting; accepting yourself; accepting the other; showing yourself in all of your imperfections; confronting shame; having the courage to laugh at this shame; gifting to the other the possibility of seeing you completely, touching you completely; gifting to yourself, through this gift to the other, your own visibility.
Andreas Weber, Matter & Desire: An Erotic Ecology, trans. Rory Bradley
what I know, Fatimah Asghar
