The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.
— Nikos Kazantzakis
"My First" by Hieu Minh Nguyen, This Way to the Sugar / On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
w-what if potato is actually lucky
reblogging because what if potatoes are real
not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing (so devoted the lines blur)
tragedies are insane bc in order for the story to exist there can be no other version of it
Tony Hoagland, from Application for Release from the Dream; “The Complex Sentence”
Most experiences are unsayable; they become real to us in a space no word has entered.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet (tr. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)
WRITERS
If you see this, spoil your WIP's biggest plot twist using ONLY ONE WORD
Here's mine!
Dying
Tease
Permanent
Reincarnation
violentwavesofemotion-deactivat
“My flesh is afraid but I am not.”
— Chelsea Wolfe, from Pain Is Beauty; “The Waves Have Come,” c. 2013
“KOSA wont pass, it got rejected the last two times!”
It wasn’t passed because people spoke out against it. People called and emailed their senators. So, CALL / EMAIL YOUR SENATORS. MAKE IT KNOWN THAT WE DO NOT WANT THIS BILL TO PASS!
“But its unconstitutional-“ There’ve been multiple bills passed before that are unconstitutional. This will not be any different to them, they do not care.
STOP KOSA!!!
Oh hey, this one actually has a link that lets you send pre-written emails and, if the thought of calling isn't immediately crippling to you, offers you the option to call Right Now using a script.
“People talk about us in mere tragedy, as if all we did was hurt and crack and break until time crystallized and we slept a hundred years. But all I remember are crow’s feet at the corner of your eyes and laugh lines that feel like the gravity of the universe. And I loved you. I remember how much I unfathomably loved you. People talk about us in mere tragedy, but infrequent are tragedies that do not have a speck of hope, a dreg of happiness, a split-second joy. Many times we were tragic. But many times we were happy too.”
— We were happy too. Seventy Years of Sleep, nikka ursula (n.t)
“I never call your name, but you are in me like the song in the nightingale’s throat even when it’s not singing.”
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Dulce María Loynaz, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “Poema LVII” (tr. James O’Connor)
(Original: No te nombro; pero estás en mí como la música en la garganta del ruiseñor aunque no esté cantando.)
