#poet Amanda Lovelace

[eefrostpoetry]

i started writing because i was incapable of talking

[robinsversion]

I was rewatching hbomb’s video for the millionth time yesterday and the line “I don’t know why anyone would make video essays like this unless they were strictly in it for the money” stood out to me because if you replace “make video essays” with “write poetry” that perfectly describes my thoughts about Rupi Kaur.

[lettersfromscarlett]

[poetic-pandemonium]

[wordsandartforsoul]

<From: the mermaid’s voice return in this one>

[setembrizou]

O silêncio sempre foi meu grito mais alto.

— Amanda lovelace

[these-words-i-speak]

eat me up

spit me out

you never should have had a doubt

that i am fucking poison

(these-words-i-speak)

[devcileyn]

“Ben inanıyorum,

Bu defa prenses kendini kurtaracak✨”.

[thebooklook]

Flower Crowns & Fearsome Things by Amanda Lovelace

I absolutely adored this book and it's message that we can be both kind and fierce. This is a standalone collection of Amanda Lovelace's poetry written around the concept that Persephone is both the goddess of spring and the queen of the dead. The pages alternate between the tenderness of spring and the darkness of the underworld, and emphasize that women can be both. Lovelace balances between those two tones beautifully and this is my favourite of her novels. If you want to read some gorgeous feminist poetry I strongly recommend this book.

[find-me-beneath-wonderland]

[eefrostpoetry]

if only my head could be a beautiful place to live then i wouldn't be killing myself trying to run away from it

[disastercomingfaster]

[yokyopeli]

Ace Week 2023 Day 7:

No one is watching my videos so here's some a-spectrum representation re: Finnish.

Aka Finnish literature with a-spec characters; literature and poetry translated to Finnish/by Finns; a film and a webseries.

Väki trilogy(2018-2020) Elina Rouhiainen: Bollywood, aro not ace, genderqueer, brown (Punjabi). Sense manipulation.

Tapa(a) books(2022-2023) J.S. Meresmaa: Nora, agender and asexual 130+ year old vampire. Sims enthusiast.

Mähän tiesin ettei täällä ole mitään (2022) Kuura Juntunen: Leeni, asexual girlfriend to nonbinary Helle.

Lukitut (2020) Salla Simukka: Vega, aro. Johannes & Meea, demisexuals. (Have not read yet)

Freestyle (2023) Dess Terentjeva: Kai, aroace dancer.

Kaapin Nurkista (2022) Eve Lumerto: multiple, mainly Jaro Elomaa & Alina Linnanen

Jenna Clare, Water Runs Red, Finnish American, asexual, poet and youtuber.

Amanda Lovelace, asexual poet. The Princess Saves Herself in This One

Alice Oseman, aroace artist. Solitaire.

Elizabeth Hopkinson, asexual, edits asexual fairytales and myths into collections. Miracle of Marjatta in Asexual Myths and Tales

Tytöt tytöt tytöt/ Girl Picture (2022). Reetta Rönkkö is possibly asexual. Directed by Alli Haapasalo

Ace & Demi webseries (2023-). Alyssa/Ace is aroace and Demitria/Demi is demirose. Laura Eklund Nhaga also wrote related audiobooks in Finnish and English.

[geminiwaterwitch]

Oracle Card of the Day:

i adore this deck so much. it's the believe in your own magic oracle deck by amanda lovelace (who's one of my favourite poets) and the cards are just so so positive and gorgeous to boot. i pulled this card today and it just fits my current vibe so well, so i thought i'd share for anyone else who might need it.

happy sunday!

[daydream-cement]

can you please write some larissa x reader where the reader has scoliosis and is super insecure about how their back looks since their shoulder blade sticks out and their rib cage is crooked and is in a good amount of pain from it. i’ve been feeling super insecure and bad about my body and i just want some comfort from her.

Beautiful Bodies

Larissa Weems x student!reader

Authors Note: I hope this can make many of my readers feel comforted in the fact that you all have beautiful bodies. I apologize if I didn’t encapsulate scoliosis in a meaningful way. I tried my best.

I used a poem by a creator named Lydia as a part of my inspiration. Here is the link to her poem. I also used inspiration from Amy Poehler’s book and a favorite poem by Amanda Lovelace.

“Good afternoon, Y/n.” Your ever-professional Principal sat next to you as you studied in the library. You were actually pretending to study, but who cares either which way. You looked up and over to her, looking away from your computer screen, even seated she was much taller than you.

“Good afternoon, Principal Weems.” You give her a light smile, unsure of why she was seated with you. Typically, Principal Weems didn’t see students for the fun of it. She wanted to talk to you about something and you didn’t think that you had committed any infractions.

“The school nurse came and talked to me about your most recent visit to see her…” Larissa gently prodded around the topic, wanting you to speak freely rather than her pry it out of you. She wanted yo to want to speak about your scoliosis and how it makes you feel rather than making you uncomfortable.

You take a deep breath and shift your body so you could speak to her, “I’m okay really. I think I was just having a hard day so I just broke down. I’m better now.”

Your response wasn’t reassuring to Principal Weems. She smiled gently and tilted her head at you, “You can talk to me, honey. It’s just us in here.”

“You don’t know what it’s like.” You tried shutting down the conversation before it could truly get started, but Principal Weems persisted

“No, I don’t, but I do know what its like to not feel beautiful.” You sat there in silence, a little upset with her that she decided to bring up your deep insecurities. You shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to look at her any longer.

“I hated my height growing up and my peers even made it clear that I was a little too tall. When I still dated men, most thought I was too tall. It’s hard trying to fit into the beauty box that others want us in. For a long time, I shape-shifted to not be myself. I’ve never regretted something more.” Principal Weems began sharing her experiences with you.

“When we are young, especially young women, there is a little demon of sorts that begins walking with us. He will tell us all of these horrible things that we sometimes may begin to believe about ourselves.” Principal Weems wisdom was beginning to make some sense, you listened, but you remained skeptical of her words, “Now, with good friends or an even better therapist, we begin to tame the demon, making him smaller and smaller until we can relegate him to a shelf in the back of our closet. Every so often mine comes out of hiding now to tell me my height is strange for a woman or that my stature inhibits my femininity. And I tell him, ‘I am far too busy for your funny business today.’”

Her joke made you smile, but you still weren’t feeling exactly better about yourself. Principal Weems reached out tenderly, placing a hand on your shoulder and rubbing it gently, “As a brilliant poet once said, you don’t need to look a certain way to earn someone’s heart, no matter your shape, no matter your size, be proud of all the space your body dares to take up.”

Principal Weems scooted a little closer and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, giving you the lightest of side hugs, “Our bodies are incredibly unique. I’m sorry for the pain you go through. It’s certainly not fair in the grand scheme of things, but you should know that you, my dear, are beautiful.”

[these-words-i-speak]

he was fire

and i was ice

he melted me to a puddle

so i extinguished his light

(these-words-i-speak)