weltenwellen:

A Conversation with Richard Siken by Thomas Hobohm

decolonize-the-left:

Waiting for people to fuck up so you can cancel them, gatekeeping, communities self-policing to the point of self-destruction, debating each other’s validity, communities infighting over terminology, fighting over the Best way to exist, trying to define what a Bad Community Member is/does, vilifying those people.

Besties I think we fucked up and internalized the surveillance state or the omni-present judgment of god or purity culture or perhaps just maybe all 3

(via wildflowerveins)

weltenwellen:

Hari Alluri, from “Ancestral Memory”, After Kwame Dawes 

liriostigre:

Julian K. Jarboe, “First Contact, Communion.” Everyone on the Moon is Essential Personnel

syrian-bitch:

“I needed someone to listen to me, even if I made no sense to them.”

— Susan Blauner, How I Stayed Alive When My Brain Was Trying To Kill Me (via persephones-fruit)

syrian-bitch:

“(…) a body less and less yours— a body, God knows, is not what makes you anyway.”

— Look: Poems, ‘Personal Effects’ by Solmaz Sharif
(via decreation)

syrian-bitch:

“I am missing you in the way that spreads.”

— Something Bright, Then Holes; The Canal Diaries, Maggie Nelson
(via decreation)

syrian-bitch:

“Eventually you will have to give up this love, (…) It has a morbid heart.”

— Maggie Nelson, from Bluets.
(via xshayarsha)

syrian-bitch:

“I have been trying, for some time now, to find dignity in my loneliness. I have been finding this hard to do.”

— Maggie Nelson, excerpt from Bluets
(via virgin-martyr)

syrian-bitch:

“I remember the world of cherry blossoms looking up at the sun and wondering, what have I done to deserve this or anything else?”

— John Ashbery, from “Vendages,” Your Name Here: Poems (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2000)

clefairytea:

Tove Jansson writing to Tuulikki Pietilä, 1957

(via luthienne)

luthienne:

“You freeze up in childhood, you go numb, because you cannot change your circumstances and to recognize, name, and feel the emotions and their cruel causes would be unbearable, and so you wait.”

— Rebecca Solnit, from The Faraway Nearby

luthienne:

“I am protective of what eyes cannot pry open. The unannounced. The infinite places within language to hide.”

— Jenny Xie, from Eye Level: Poems; “Zuihitsu”