I feel like I could eat the world raw
Bri - 20 - Scorpio
Bri - 20 - Scorpio
Anonymous asked:
Could I request: codependency/ like-souled monsters in love/ ~I love you so much I would want to die by your hand [something similar to 'bury me, beloved'] please?
darkerthanerebus Answer:
IF I LOVE YOU, IS THAT A FACT OR A WEAPON?
phoebe bridgers / outcrying / richard siken / helene cixous / sarah kane / jeanette winterson / richard siken / emma rebholz / venetta octavia / yves olade
“Greetings to the Universe in 55 Different Languages”, a poem arranged out of messages from the Voyager spacecraft
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Anonymous asked:
can i request some poems about rain?
wintryblight Answer:
hi anon, of course! rain is among my top 5 favourite things. here are some rain-soaked poems & i hope you enjoy reading!
e. e. cummings, “somewhere i have never traveled,gladly beyond” | nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
Ocean Vuong, “Immigration Haibun” | How sweet. That rain. How something that lives only to fall can be nothing but sweet.
Andrea Gibson, “I Sing the Body Electric, Especially When My Power’s Out” | You are so full of rain / There is so much that is growing
Conchitina Cruz, “Alunsina Takes a Walk in the Rain” | Today, the news tells me you are scheduled to be lonely.
Elizabeth Bishop, “Sestina” | She thinks that her equinoctial tears / and the rain that beats on the roof of the house / were both foretold by the almanac
Tatsuji Miyoshi, “Great Aso” | Rain is falling. Rain is falling. / In hushed silence rain is falling.
Octavio Paz, “As One Listens to the Rain” | listen to me as one listens to the rain, / without listening, hear what I say / with eyes open inward, asleep
Hayan Charara, “Ode to an Abandoned House” | May you live forever, / may you bury me.
my three girlfriends. and YES they prophesy the death of the king of scotland
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*missing the charging port on my phone* don’t think about it don’t think about it don’t think about it
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my three girlfriends. and YES they prophesy the death of the king of scotland
Silas Denver Melvin, from Grit: Poems; “Twenty”
[Text ID: “im sorry, ill clean up the mess. you tell your mother im sorry you spent all that time carbonating me inside yourself just for me to end up the way i am.”]
I would like it if one of the takeaways of this turns out to be “maybe having a high council of decrepit priest-kings who serve for life, cannot be impeached or reelected, and can grant or take away rights to an entire nation at their whim is bad, actually.”
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oh you’re neurodivergent? what non-human being did you pretend to be / believe yourself to be in order to cope with the disconnect you felt from your peers during your early childhood?
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