#ache

[locktoberlove]

[haleyincarnate]

What a sinking feeling. I am so heavy right now.

[feral-ballad]

Safia Elhillo, from Girls That Never Die: Poems; “Memoir”

[Text ID: “Left alone I’d collapse for days into bed, exhausted but unable to sleep, feeling the ache of my fingernails growing long, my chemicals going sour. I only wanted sleep. I did not want to die.”]

[m0ney]

烏鴉ache *°:⋆ₓₒ

[uuuhshiny]

Russell Crowe in Mystery, Alaska

Ice pack

[wouldiweresteadfastasthouart]

"I'm sorry. I'm rusty. I feel disconnected. This is hard. We're out of touch. I'll start again. I'll try to be simple. The last time I saw you, you asked me to tell you what I wanted. You said you couldn't tell. You don't even have a favourite colour, you said. But that's not true. My favourite colour is your favourite colour. My favourite meal, yours. Why does this make you so angry? I have my own mind but my desire is not thinking; it's an echo, a reverberating shock. I am so much yours, I am no longer myself. Is that so wrong?"

From 'May 1st '

Sharon Hayes, 2012

At the Glasgow Museum of Modern Art

[chronicillnesshumor]

"Someday you will ache like I ache". but you get to wait until you're 90 years old.

[haleyincarnate]

Excerpt from “Uninhabitable” by Sierra DeMulder ✨

[feral-ballad]

Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; “Let Us Believe in the Dawn of the Cold Season"

[Text ID: "I am cold. / I am cold and I think I will never feel warm again."]

[dk-thrive]

as the day arrives / with all its clumsy blessings / what we will become / waits in us like an ache

today we are possible.

the morning, green and laundry-sweet, opens itself and we enter blind and mewling.

everything waits for us:

the snow kingdom sparkling and silent in its glacial cap,

the cane fields shining and sweet in the sun-drenched south.

as the day arrives with all its clumsy blessings

what we will become waits in us like an ache.

— Lucille Clifton, "birth-day" (via Read a Little Poetry)

[laestoica]

I wait and ache.

I think I have been healing.

Sylvia Plath, Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices.

[theunsaidsyllables]

You can't ease pain with discipline. You can't push it out of your body with force. You can caress it, hug it gently, hold it till it feels lighter, till it melts in your embrace and becomes one with light.

[youadans-reverie]

Sometimes, it’s easier to seek out hurt than it is joy.

Sometimes, the only home you know is made of bricks and an ache you can’t name.

youadan teddy