#beauty in words

[gnossienne]

Anne Carson, Plainwater

[prelude-to--tragedy]

Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have”

― Henry Rollins

[h2o35l]

My Burning Heart

My heart is burning with love

All can see this flame

My heart is pulsing with passion

like waves on an ocean

my friends have become strangers

and I'm surrounded by enemies

But I'm free as the wind

no longer hurt by those who reproach me

I'm at home wherever I am

And in the room of lovers

I can see with closed eyes

the beauty that dances

Behind the veils

intoxicated with love

I too dance the rhythm

of this moving world

I have lost my senses

in my world of lovers

Rumi (13th century)

[dandelioninthedesert]

“Who, being loved, is poor?”

–A Woman of No Importance, by Oscar Wilde

[borboleta-da-antartida]

[betheal]

sometimes you read something and think "this had no right to be this sad"

[daydreamingandstargazing]

Fordaysareshortandlifeislovely

[catsspiritualcorner]

@peach.fish on Tiktok, this poet has a chapbook out, link in her Tiktok bio.

[summerofonenine]

Middle Life Crisis

Self destruct, self destruct, I hit the button

I didn’t mean to do it, I was hurting

Mid-life crisis, but I’m not old enough

Crying out for help-I’ve had enough!

I woke up & my life was in shambles

I quit my job, gave up on my family

I haven’t eaten in four days

I don’t feel hunger, I just feel rage

I found myself looking for love elsewhere

It’s whatever I want now, what do I care?

If I’m looking for trouble, I’ve certainly found it

Not to mention, a couple drug habits

I look in the mirror, I can’t recognize myself

I DON’T HAVE TO DIE TO EXPERIENCE HELL

[witchyprofessor]

lovely excerpt from my week reading the amazing Angela Carter

"Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late Autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart. The sun departs the sky in winding sheets of gaudy cloud; anguish enters the city, a sense of the bitterest regret, a nostalgia for things we never knew, anguish of the turn of the year, the time of impotent yearning, the inconsolable season. In America, they call it ‘the Fall’, bringing to mind the Fall of Man, as if the fatal drama of the primal fruit-theft must recur again and again, with cyclic regularity, at the same time of every year that schoolboys set out to rob orchards, invoking, in the most everyday image, any child, every child, who, offered the choice between virtue and knowledge, will always choose knowledge, always the hard way.”

-”Black Venus,” in Saints and Strangers 

[oof-i-did-it-agaaiiin]

Beautiful from Ordinary Days

[gnossienne]

Claudia Dey, Trout Stanley (2001)

[what-iz-life]

Be so fucking proud of yourself for passing the hardest moments alone while everyone believed you were fine.

[handonmystupidheart]

andrew garfield for gq, 2022

[strykerlancer]

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke

[decompose1]

i think there’s divinity in gross and ugly things. i think the radical love and acceptance of what is weird and nasty is angelic and i think there is something holy about indulging in the neglected/looked down on/outcast/unacceptable parts of this world. you should let yourself be weird