Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems

—H.G. Wells, The Time Machine

this was always going to happen.

matthew stover, david levithan, margarita karapanou, aeschylus, karese burrows, richard siken

"You are the altar cup and from this / I do fill my mouth... Martyr, my religion is love, is you."

Anne Sexton, "Sweeney"

“She wanted a storm to match her rage.”

— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows (via wordsnquotes)

when arctic monkeys sang “I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust” and when the lumineers sang “damn your wife, I’d be your mistress just to have you around” and when hozier sang “if I was born as a blackthorn tree, I’d wanna be felled by you, held by you” and when son lux sang “if you need to, you can break me too, please just take me with you” and when of monsters and men sang “I’ll be the blood if you’ll be the bones, I’m giving you all” and

Psyche by Louis Couperus

“My dear, how far do you go hunting monsters before you become one yourself?”

— ashpichu (via ourobcros)

1. Meg Day 2. Haruki Murakami 3. Edouard Labrosse 4. Rainer Maria Rilke 5. Ron Hicks 6. Virginia Woolf 7. Joan Didion 8. Ron Hicks 9. Sylvia Plath 10. Anne Magill 11. Franz Kafka 12. Peter Wever 13. Vi Khi Nao 14. Peter Wever 15. Anna Akhmatova

I don't want to be me anymore, lord, help me be better

1 Fydoror Dostoevsky "the insulted and humiliated" // 2 Rainer Maria Rilke Rilke's book of hours:love poems to God // 3 Ethel Cain strangers // 4 Jihyun Yun some are always hungry // 5 icon for hire happy hurts // 6 Alice Notley from in the pine: poems; "in the pines" // 7 Edward Hopper interior, model reading (1925) // 8 Julien Baker Guthrie // 9 Clementine Von Radics dream girl "sweet the sound" // 10 Bao Phi Thousand star hotel "vocabulary" // 11 unknown // 12 Phoebe Bridgers funeral // 13 Yves Olade belovéd // 14 unknown // 15 Julien Baker everybody does // 16 Anne Sexton a self-portrait in letters // 17 pat the bunny I'm not a good person // 18 unknown // 19 Julien Baker sour breath

Besides, who knows what to do with love? It may not make it through one cigarette. And it’s enough to kill you, how dark it is how cold we seem even in our own misery all while knowing we will miss this. We will miss this when it ends.

— Alex Dimitrov, from “Winter Solstice,” Love and Other Poems