haiku | sonia sanchez
grammatolatry: there are things sadder than you and i. some people do not even touch.
Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s...– Erica Jong, How To Save Your Own Life (via wrists)
See, I can’t stop myself from hurtin’ you, so I guess I won’t.– Kevin Devine, “Haircut”
mitford: I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, but now I want a Russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping. — D. Young
What is your favorite word?” “And. It is so hopeful.– An interview with Margaret Atwood (via floralnymph)
Looking for a penpal to write nothing but lists to. Must be dedicated (as in will always respond, and only in lists). I’ll start. If you’re interested, message me your address.
He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.– Elbert Hubbard
I love badly. That is, too little or too much. I throw myself over an unsuitable...– Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries
good night | j. bradley
loveyourcrookedneighbor: i wanted to write “stay” on your sides, surround your bed with oceans of salt. i hope he folds you into a fox, loves you like a splintered arrow, brandishes the kill of your lips. may the bouquet of your hips wither. may the wolves forget your name.