“I Will Lose You. It Is Written Into This Poem The Way The Fisherman’s Wife Knits His Death Into

“He looks at me with the softest eyes that I have ever known.”

— C.H (via canadiemrps)

2023

invitation, mary oliver // the unabridged journals, sylvia plath // happy xmas, john lennon // north country, mary oliver // i am running into a new year, lucille clifton // salt, nayyirah waheed // diaries of franz kafka // bird by bird, anne lamott // sunrise, louise glück

the name of the person you love is more than language

Patti Smith, Yusef Komunyakaa, Nicki Lantz, Claude McKay, Pablo Neruda, Marina Tsvetaeva, Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Tennessee Williams, James Joyce

buy me a coffee

the tragic hero attains something like divine completeness, except that for human beings completeness is death.

“Forgive my fingers for when they find your body they will lose themselves.”

— Tyler Knott Gregson

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

a soft epilogue . 

she-ra and the princesses of power, nd stevenson / seventy years of sleep #4, nikka ursula (n.t). / cottage and wildlowers, hailey e. herrera / ireland, liza anne / sleeping in, leslie allen 

“We are all the dead. I am not apart from you for long, except for breath, except for everything.”

— Forgotten Portraits by Janine Solursh (via decreation)

“I fell asleep in the deep velvet of this wood; I dreamt divine things.”

— Delmira Agustini, from Morning Songs: Poems; “The Wings,” c. 1910

Postcolonial Love Poem, Natalie Diaz