Defencelesslove - "let Me Dwell In The Fullness Of Summer"

Mahmoud Al-Kurd.

i come from a long line of unreliable narrators

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Richard Siken, Crush (Little Beast)

George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Margaret Atwood

Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

Yves Olade, Bloodsport

There’s an ache of eighteen. In the back of the car with your mother. In your childhood friend’s home. In hallways you’ve walked a thousand times. In the shortcut home from school. In the marks on the wall long outgrown. In your last assignment. In packing your life into boxes. In a space with people you grew up and apart with. This will not come again.

Life returns to fleeting moments that must be gripped tightly for fear of losing them; you return to the kitchen floor.

The edge of childhood. Please take my hand. Please don’t let go.

— Traci Brimhall, Dear Eros

The trick is to be more curious than you're scared.

“Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, / bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. / Sometimes, the men – they come with keys, / and sometimes, the men – they come with hammers.”

— Warsan Shire, from “The House,” Her Blue Body (via lifeinpoetry)

erica jong

Marco Ieie