Surmayah - I'll Always Seek To Make It Summer For You

I have chanted Maa Durga’s name with the same love and reverence as I have made Dua to Allah and bowed before Waheguru. I worship the divine, not the name

cause of death longing i presume

unless you literally want to crack open your rib cage and have me crawl inside do NOT flirt with me.

i don't know who needs to hear this, but guilt, self-hatred and shame are not sustainable sources of growth and healing. you can't hate yourself into feeling better, or being better. you can't repeatedly punish yourself for your flawed humanity and expect wholesome results.

noah ross / jennifer gennari / roadkill - searows / st. bernard - lincoln / thegirlhoodtheory / richard siken

the mutuals button should be a hug

ketzal_coatl

love & friendship - collected writings from side wounds and other poems

My brother never touches his cricket bat with his feet. It will anger the gods within it, he says. The goalkeeper of my football team kisses the goalpost before the beginning of a match, a silent prayer to the deity within. My sister never puts her paintbrushes on the floor and my father holds his stethoscope with unmatched devotion. You see, the gods are what you want them to be, where you want them to be. In your mother’s lap, in your best friend’s hug, in the coffee you are almost addicted to, in the equipments of the gym you love working out in or in the books you bought but will never read. The gods are wherever you want them to be. The gods are wherever you need them to be.

ON THAT ONE PARTICULAR BRAND OF URBAN LONELINESS

Nigel Van Wieck, Aron Wiesenfeld, Mitski, Holly Warburton, Maïté Grandjouan