“The Night Is For Lovers, And The Moon For Poets.”

the autobiography of red, anne carson // the hours, michael cunningham // autobiography of my hungers, eduardo c. corral // the embrace, ron hicks // to myself, ron hicks // desire, years and years // how to live safely in a science fictional universe, charles yu // birds hover the trampled field, richard siken //  romantic soul, ron hicks // ego, m. roosevelt & mitski

“People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them and their response is “you’re safe with me” - that’s intimacy.” ──Taylor Jenkins Reid

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. you won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. but one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

—

haruki murakami, kafka on the shore

it makes you stronger than ever

(via astound)

walk down with me, hand in hand

“If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, because every night I tell her about you.”

Shahrazad al-Khalij

Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Boys”

LOVE, DESIRE, HURT, KNIVES, BLOOD.

Richard Siken / 红月 Red Moon (Detail) - Huang Guangjian / x / can’t we just leave the monster alive - TXT / ’Ariel’ by Aneleh, published in the tide rises, the tide falls journal / Yves Olade, from When Rome Falls; Bloodsport, 2017 / Jane Hirshfield, Assay Only Glimpsable for an Instant

the worst fate is to live my life without you in it.

“Why is it that one runs to one’s ruin? Why has destruction such a fascination?”

— Oscar Wilde, Only Dull People Are Brilliant at Breakfast