Yeah Now We've Entered The Back Pain Stage

"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

I'm old school. I just want one person.

(i suspect it's love)

i catch myself in daydreams

of your arms

where i lay, drunk and warm

and took my favorite grainy picture of you

the frame mostly occupied by

your eyes

containing something knowing of

my awareness growing

like suspicion all day

i couldn't rinse us out

of my mouth in the morning

i think we're on the same page

"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

TB

I'm almost never angry but all the hurt I've bottled inside me make me look like I'm someone with rage.

Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “Wound is the origin of wonder”

Zehra Naqvi, from The Knot of My Tongue: Poems and Prose; “Grocery Shopping”

I am far too obsessive for love.

why is it green omg