The Ultimate Green Interior

Handle yourself with the care and love that you yearn, you do not deserve to be beat up over an event that took a gruesome toll on you, putting up with that time was hard, dealing with the absence of so many figures was hard, having the constant fear of having nobody to reach out to was hard. And you have every right to accept that, it was completely alright to accept that you wanted to be held and loved even in a time where a version of you believed that you couldn’t. Say yes to being embraced

 nourishes it

keeps it warm

fills it with love

fills it with rice

refills sanity bar

grants it a blessing

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For all that your heart has seeped in through , for all that you have continued to give, for all that your being has continued to hold, for all that your skin has embraced, for every promise that you’ve thread onto for yourself, to see you on the other side, you made it :) I see you now and you still remain, every bit of you still remains, you made it to 2023. Happy new year <3

I’m the type of person to put on a rlly sweet scent/lotion, hop upto you, have you smell my hands only to see you smile and hop away to cloud nine, this. This is my turn to be happy.

The animalistic urge to cut certain people off all socials and emotional connections as a new year’s resolution, y’all have had enough of this wine, party’s over.

Soft reminder that you have the liberty to choose the people you’ll invest your time and energy into, not the other way around, don’t let something that couldn’t have possibly governed you, have its restraints on you

“God, if you’re a thing with ears: please, please.”

Elizabeth Acevedo, The Poet X

Richard Siken, War Of The Foxes

Christian Wiman, More Like The Stars

Never mind. I invented you. I invented you, as far as my purposes go. I invented loving you and I invented your death. I have my tricks and my trap doors, too.

Alice Munro, from Collected Stories; “Tell me Yes or No,”

Marina Tsvetaeva, tr. by Elaine Feinstein from, “I’m glad your sickness.”

Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Sarah Kane, 4.48 Psychosis

“(…) and then there’s the silence that comes back, a million times bigger than me, sneaks into my bones and wails and wails and wails until I can’t be quiet anymore.”

Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things; The Quiet Machine

H.D., The Look-Out

Akosua Afiriyie-Hwedie, In My Version

Lucille Clifton, The Death of Crazy Horse

repetition in poetry // part v

(part i) (part ii) (part iii) (part iv)

I don’t think anyone’s told you just how spotless a place your head is to plant a sprout, let me do you the honours

having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer