2morningdew:

1. The Human Line by Ellen Bass (2007) // 3. “Tulips” a poem by Sylvia Plath (1961) // 4. Diaries 1910- 1923 by Franz Kafka (1948) // 5. Mary Oliver, “Summer Morning” from poetry collection Red Bird (2008) // 6. Hyperdream by Hélène Cixous // 7. Notebooks 1951 1959 by Albert Camus (1989) // 9. Little Weirds by Jenny Slate (2019) // 10. Disorder by Vanesha Pravin

ibvyache:

“I am trying to make myself digestible. I am trying to make myself easy to love.”

— I.B. Vyache, Conversations Over Sanguinaccio Dolce

propertiesofjoy:

james baldwin, just above my head

fearlastyear:

“Haunting isn’t enough. I want to merge, live inside, split into your cells until flesh itself is only thought of as contextual.”

— Jasmine Gibson, Don’t Let Them See Me Like This
(via roadmotel)

alonesomes:

“You are making breakfast in every dream that I have of you. You are in the kitchen, your soft middle pressed up against the cold marble countertops like a vision too beautiful for the magazines, sprinkling dark chocolate chips over pancakes. I think for a brief second that I am dreaming inside of my dream, that I had to make you up twice, just to get it right. You, brushing your dark hair out of your face, smearing batter across your cheeks. You have come and made my dreams smaller, narrower. Filled them with sugar and your body humming in the same room as mine. I dream, now, of a normal life with you. A life where breakfast lasts until the sun goes down, until I have finished gazing at you from across the table, flour dried to your forehead like a kiss.”

— Caitlyn Siehl, Chocolate Chip Pancakes

firstfullmoon:

You, in the upstairs room,
are in your usual position, leaning on your

right shoulder which aches
all day. You are breathing
patiently; it is a

beautiful sound. It is
your life, which is so close
to my own that I would not know

where to drop the knife of
separation. And what does this have to do
with love, except

everything?

— Mary Oliver, from “Oxygen”