Yeah We’re Like Best Friends. I Like Her Posts All The Time

You wanna come over and just go to sleep?

— natalie díaz, from “american arithmetic”, postcolonial love poem (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

Separation, W. S. Merwin

A little stupid, a little horny. The usual.

stuck between wanting to feel something and wanting to feel nothing at all

— v // erica jong, insomnia & poetry (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Hortense Flexner featured in The Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn

I’d rather soak myself in loneliness than to be soiled by hands that do not know they are hurting me.