#poetry ok??? OK????

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

meditations on first philosophy (1641) - rene descartes

"who give a shit"

[taimanzano]

One of one. One, alone, one.

[saltair-and-webweaves]

Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?

you say you don’t want a boyfriend, but you know that’s not true - Charlotte Green/the voice - Anaïs Nin/the unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath - Sylvia Plath/tolerate it - Taylor Swift/the unabridged journals of sylvia plath - Sylvia Plath/the unexpurgated diary of anaïs nin - Anaïs Nin/ @treebloods/@lovebeing-a-girl/@ sanwtch on instagram/ @onlyanothermundane/@tullispink/I am an observer, but not by choice - @fatimaamerbilal/the prophecy - Taylor Swift/criss cross - Lynne Rae Perkins/Vladimir Mayakovsky in a letter to Lili Brik/what I could never confess without some bravado - Emily Palermo/little weirds - Jenny Slate

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[troutreznor]

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SMALL DOG SYNDROME 

small dog you’re so funny when you snap small dog you’re so funny when you shake small dog you’re so bad when you bark small dog you never learned the rules

small dog lays flat on the floor  and sighs and whines  while it waits for you to come back from wherever you go  all day small dog doesn’t know if you’re coming home small dog hides under the bed to puke does it quiet eats its shame before you ever smell it  small dog’s bark is worse than its bite  small dog you are so funny when you bite  small dog it’s so funny when you’re mad  so by all means pick it up throw it around  lock it in a cage while you laugh small dog you are so funny when you cry

small dog can’t remember being a wolf  can’t remember being big  howling in harpstring harmony  like a plucked and quivering note in a catacomb  sleeping in a warm pile of bodies in a dry place that smells like family  the taste of fresh hot blood and wet bone iron fire honey salt 

small dog run free beneath the moon in your dreams

small dog is so happy you’re home!! small dog loves you!!!

JMGD

[guooey]

“Upstream”, Mary Oliver | Akimasa Harada

[chatlote]

Just because you don't love yourself it doesn't mean I will stop loving you.

[thefourofdiamondsart]

The king ran to embrace him;

more than a hundred times

he hugs and kisses him.

As soon as he got a chance

he gave him back all of his land;

he gave him more than I’m telling you.

“Bisclavret” by Marie de France, 12th C.

Prints available here!

[traumatizeddfox]

[lastparty]

the first step to being a poet is having delusions

[sleepy-vix]

im not a hater but can we get less poetry abt how bad u want to kiss him and more poetry abt how bad you miss that one chilly day in autumn where you ate soup alone because your parents were both at work and your only company was the dark sky and your own mind

[thebrainrotsreal]

EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK!!! I want to be coherent about this season but please picture me foaming at the mouth and running on the walls. S2 being what if Mark's just like his Dad? Insanity. I love this show. Anyways, AU where an Evil!Mark tries to make Our!Mark worse, and Our!Mark tries to make the other better. Something something confronting your idea of the worst version of oneself. Plus, tweaked black and yellow costume because I saw it and immediately went murder hornet lookin' ass and knew I had to draw it. Evil ass Mark. Horrible. I think he should be dragged kicking and screaming into redemption.

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

the crucible (1953) - arthur miller

“ough”

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i dig his earnest soul & neglected middle child vibes. he's so Charming and for what reason!

[om-is-ok]

Batane ki baat nahi hai, Par... batane dogi kya?

Ishq bepanah hai tumse, Ek bar... jatane dogi kya?

Tum titli ho, pahad ho, Aasmaan ho mera.

Ek dibiya me, sindoor rakha hai mere pass.

Tum... lagane dogi kya? –Zakir Khan

[couthbbg]

Bianca Stone, “Artichokes” // x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x

[alex-a-roman]

I'll never be ok

Between you and me, I'll never be ok; I will never shine in the dark, Nor see the world your way I could type and retype poem after poem, But they can never erase  What happened on these lands; This mind is tainted And I will never forgive myself.

~ A. A. Roman