December 26, 2018
come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed— Lucille Clifton, from The Book of Light
(Source: lifeinpoetry, via sheholdsyoucaptivated)
from the château of my heart“I need to kill someone inside me.”— Clarice Lispector, from The Complete Stories: “The Departure,”
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fromNovember 15, 2018
from the château of my heartI think I’m looking for something
that will sand off my skin
like a cicada, or something
I think I’m looking to
reincarnate my body
— Rebecca Kokitus, from “LUSH,” published in The Sonnetarium
from the château of my heartWhat more can I tell you?
Oh, everything — like how they would walk home in
the evenings when the light was soft, anything bad sliding
off them, and they would feel owned, completely owned,
in a good way, by the air, which would touch them constantly,
sometimes urgently, sometimes lightly, just to let them know
it was there, and they would think maybe this is what being
alive is— Emily Berry, from “No Name,” published in Poetry
October 8, 2018
Diana Ross dancing at Studio 54 in a cutaway “no swet” tshirt
August, 1979
(via imfuckinbeautiful)
from ChristopherBarnard
