Now I Wanna Just Sort Of Finally Find Someone To Talk To- To Connect To. It’s Just Weird Being On My

hey sweet pea, can we have a complication of poems/excerpts that make you fall in love with love and all mushy and gooey inside?

casey reiland my boss informs me that moose are dying \\ james baldwin if beale street could talk (via @morepeachyogurt) \\ virginia woolf the years (via @weltenwellen) \\ keaton st. james rural boys watch the apocalypse \\ sayaka saeki bloom into you \\ james baldwin giovanni's room \\ peter gizzi lines depicting simple happiness (via @typewriter-worries) \\ @typewriter-worries \\ lizzie cernik how we met: 'it's like waking up to sunlight every day. i yearned for a soulmate - and i've found her' (via @havingrevelations) \\ jules ryan gravecleaner: "bloodwater" (via @springmyth) \\ @nobaracore \\ ladan lakshiri what does love mean? see how 4-8 year-old kids describe love \\ svetlana alexeivich voices from chernobyl (tr. keith gessen) [lyudmila ignatenko speaking about her husband, deceased firefighter vasily ignatenko] (via @papenathys) \\ aimee nezhukumatathil lucky fish: "baked goods" \\ thomas campbell \\ @soracities \\ vladimir nabokov in a letter to his wife véra, jul 8 1926 (via @saintesorciere) \\ anne carson recreation \\ victoria hannan kokomo \\ victoria hannan kokomo

kofi

the world is a scary place when you are a small and edible thing

that’s the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and brooding image.

forecast accurate / a southern gothic photo series from my sophomore year 2018

i just gave my cat a little kiss onthe head And now he sounds like a motorcycle <3

I have officially been waiting here for 635 days.

sunlight come run away with me

please let’s find warm butterfly kisses in between the cool evening spaces of our lips

entwine fingers like flower crowns

god i gaze at the sky and there is simply a vast expanse that holds nothing but my dreams of you.

i saw the book moby dick and my first thought was “moby dick. more like move ure dick im gay”

i am so consumed

fern clover and birch can not pull me from my place in the thick of the bog

although they do try.

i lay prone, unprotected and powerless to stop sinking.

to each little blue flower who dots around my eyes and corners of my mouth,

i whisper, “bring me back to life

help me breath in air once again

help me wake up,

please.”

i will peel the shine from the stars and give it to you my endless sunlight

i am not doing well