(via daughterofhungryghosts)

You may
blame Aphrodite

soft as she is

she has almost
killed me with
love for that boy.

Sappho, Blame Aphrodite

(via backshelfpoet)

(via likeneelyohara)

Wasn’t that the definition of home? Not where you are from, but where you are wanted.

Abraham Verghese, Cutting of the Stone

(via backshelfpoet)

halfbunny:

always remember that the people you love are the only dangerous ones

(via backshelfpoet)

(via daddyfuckedme)

Whatever was bound to happen
in my story did not happen.
But I know there are rules that cannot be broken.
Perhaps a name was changed.
A small mistake. Perhaps
a woman I do not know
is facing the day with the heavy heart
that, by all rights, should have been mine.

Lisel Mueller, from “In November,” Alive Together: New and Selected Poems (Louisiana State University Press, 1996)

(via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

brand-upon-the-brain:

Hanezu (Naomi Kawase, 2011)


"Swallows remain a pair, until one of them dies."

brand-upon-the-brain:

Hanezu (Naomi Kawase, 2011)

"Swallows remain a pair, until one of them dies."

(via oust)

Once, someone put their hands
on me and since then all hands
have claws. All hands are red.
Yesterday someone held the
door open for me for no reason
and I ran all the way home;
there’s no such thing as being
too careful anymore. Once,
someone put their hands on
me and I forgot what
kindness was.

anne, monster epidemic
otfilms:

Persepolis (2007)

otfilms:

Persepolis (2007)

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