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Oliver Baez Bendorf, “Everything All at Once”

Joy Sullivan, from "Long Division", Instructions for Traveling West

D.H. Lawrence, from "The Plumbed Serpent" in The Complete Works

i wish i was easier to love

u.k / u.k / yves olade / japanese breakfast / ross gay / u.k / u.k / u.k

the older i get the more i recognize that grace, gratitude and mercy are the best virtues someone can have

a lot of you know me for the "my psychiatrist asks me about friendship & i tell him about distance" excerpt but its been almost a year since i wrote it & the whole piece still resonates so i thought id share (x)

i love biting the bullet. i love opening a can of worms. i love putting all my eggs in one basket. i love burying the hatchet. i love crying over spilt milk. i love letting the cat out of the bag. i love wanting to have my cake and eat it too. i love counting my chickens before they’ve hatched. i love making my bed and laying in it. i love putting the cart before the horse. i love burning the candle at both ends. i love calling a spade a spade. i love the bottom of the barrel.

I love the idea of jewelry being passed down in a family. The stories that it tells, the bodies that have worn them. I find it so simple yet so pure.

Who else is feeling the universal ache of existence tonight

what Work is the most important? the work you have to do next. narrow the scope of focus down to that singular glittering point.

A traditional blessing or toast, used in Armenian culture, to wish a couple a long and harmonious marriage is "Մեկ բարձի վրա ծերանաք / Mek bardzi vra tseranaq" / "May you grow old on one pillow"; it is a wish that two lives become so entwined, they are forever inseparable. This phrase enchants me with its visual charm, for it vividly conjures an image of perfect unity — two souls resting each night on the same pillow, side by side, breathing dreams and sharing whispered secrets until the end of their days.

hi !! can i request something with the theme love as cooking and/or eating together? thank you <33

Anne Carson, Decreation

Li-Young Lee, Eating Together

Wendy Cope, The Orange

Danez Smith, in lieu of a poem, i’d like to say

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

@peoplehood (x)

Tennessee Williams, in a letter to Donald Windham

Eileen Myles, At a Waterfall, Reykjavik

Ross Gay, Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude

Crystal Wilkinson, Praise Song for the Kitchen Ghosts

Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, July

Hadewijch of Antwerp, Love Has Seven Names

Genesis 3:6, The Holy Bible (NIV)

Danez Smith, acknowledgments

Richard Siken, Litany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out

Joan Tierney, Love Is The Foundation

@rosewater1997 (x)

Christopher Citro, Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled With Shrieks

Hozier, Work Song

Alan D. Wolfelt

Sue Zhao, My mother texts me instructions to cook silken tofu

The Adventure Zone: Episode 12, Amnesty

Frank Ocean ft. Tyler, The Creator, Golden Girl

Barbara Crooker, Poem with an Embedded Line by Susan Cohen

Nina LaCour, Everything Leads To You

ON FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, BLURRED LINES, AND A LACK OF CLOSURE

1. hard feelings/loveless - lorde / 2. @unsenttextsuggestion / 3. el lenguaje del limbo II - mariana restrepo / 4. blue nights - joan didion / 5. @blossomfully / 6. “the pillowcase” in everyone i love is a stranger to someone - annelyse gelman / 7. let me hold you - malcolm t. liepke / 8. the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us! - sufjan stevens / 9. talk me down - troye sivan

Yumi and the Nightmare Painter illustrations by Aliya Chen, 1-8 ☆9-16☆ 17-23

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

when jeanette winterson wrote “i want to be able to call you. i want to able to knock on your door. i want to able to keep your key and give you mine. i want there to be no gossip. i want to make supper with you. i want to go shopping with you. i want to know noting can come between us expect each other.” and when franz kafka wrote “you clam you haven’t done enough nice things for me, but is there anything nicer, any greater honor you can show me than simply being with me and allowing me to sit in front of you” and when james schuyler said “not to be in love with you i can’t remember what it was like it must’ve been lousy” and when caitlyn siehl “You are making breakfast in every dream that I have of you. You are in the kitchen, your soft middle pressed up against the cold marble countertops like a vision too beautiful for the magazines, sprinkling dark chocolate chips over pancakes. I think for a brief second that I am dreaming inside of my dream, that I had to make you up twice, just to get it right. You, brushing your dark hair out of your face, smearing batter across your cheeks. You have come and made my dreams smaller, narrower. Filled them with sugar and your body humming in the same room as mine. I dream, now, of a normal life with you. A life where breakfast lasts until the sun goes down, until I have finished gazing at you from across the table, flour dried to your forehead like a kiss.” and when sanna wani wrote “I want to eat fruit the same way you eat fruit with your lips not your teeth tongues stained with juice when I smile I want you to smile back wipe the corner of my mouth with your thumb kiss me kiss your thumb show me how fruit tastes in your mouth just a touch different from how it tastes in mine” and when daniel walsh said “I crave the simplest love of you with you. a cold night, warm sheets, and your skin against my own. certainly, that is all I could ever ask for.” and edna st. vincent millay wrote “I am going to make you love me. sweetheart, what I mean is: I want to sit on the edge of your bed while you have your breakfast - i want to laugh with you, be incredibly silly, be incredibly happy, be like children, and I want to kiss you more than anything in the world.”

you live in a house of god; praying on your knees; and wonder why he never saves you.

on being unloved by god

on hope

alice hoffman practical magic \\ anna badkhen to see beyond: a hoping in three pictures \\ lenelle moïse haiti glass: "the children of immigrants" \\ clementine von radics \\ denise levertov for the new year 1981 (via @petaltexturedskies) \\ franz wright earlier poems: "voice" (via @luthienne) \\ linda hogan ancient root

kofi

a dialogue between the unloved and the loving

neil hilborn // miranda july // @orpheuslament // aaron o’hanlon // natalie wee “least of all” // @fridayiminlovemp3 // maria petrovykh “love me. i am pitch black” // “the seven husbands of evelyn hugo” // sylvia plath “johnny panic & the bible of dreams” // sue zhao // virginia woolf from a letter to katherine mansfield // trista mateer

alone with you in the ether by olivie blake

Anne Carson (2009)

Arthur S. Way (1898)

George Theodoridis (2010)

Ian C. Johnston (2010)

E.P. Coleridge (1910)

Theodore Alois Buckley (1892)

John Peck, Frank Nisetich (1995)

R. Potter (1906)

M. L. West (1987)

William Arrowsmith (1958)

Philip Vellacott (1972)

Michael Wodhull (1782)

Kenneth McLeish (1997)

David Kovacs (2002)

Andrew Wilson (1993)

Euripides - Original (408 BCE)

The World’s Loneliest Whale Sings the Loudest Song by Noor Hindi

siblings versus the inevitable

doomed by the narrative (@thisisallthehattersfault) / the hunger games (suzanne collins) / grow as we go (@quynhorlose) / avatar: the last airbender / the tragic beauty of the final agni kai (sagesrain) / crimson rivers (@mayzarbewithyou) / your other half (jovana rikalo) / richard siken

i like to think the inarizaki 2nd yrs routinely play a game of rock-paper-scissors before going to vb practices n whoever loses has to buy snacks for all 4 of them

guess who lost this round lol

the artists that draw our favorite characters laughing together in kitchens are the pillars of the world, carrying its weight from collapse.

something the percy jackson fandom isn’t accepting is nico getting better. everyone’s used to him being the emo little meow meow. he ain’t the fandom’s lil emo pout pout boy anymore. remember his 10 year old jumpy and excited self? he’s coming back to that. maybe not as much energy but he’s becoming more (un)serious, content and calm. he’s not angry, sad and emo anymore. in fact, he’s slightly annoyed by his emo boy title. my boy is becoming lightly happy again. he’s coming full circle and that’s beautiful. i’m sorry that some of you can’t accept change (i have a lot to say on with jason’s death).

Tartarus boys and the Cocoa Puffs

wanting and being wanted

i think that percy and annabeth's relationship is so healing for both of them. like, our girl has severe abandonment issues but managed to pull the guy whose fatal flaw is unwavering loyalty. and our boy has severe self-esteem issues but managed to pull the girl who consistently chooses him. i love these two so much.