#female poets

[wordsbyjenpoetry]

I’ve always been an all or nothing kind of woman. I love you with an intensity.

[sh4rpobjects]

Sylvia Plath Photographed at the Beach (1954)

[sunkissed-summerdaze]

Honestly,

I think about you too much. First thing in the morning, when the sun is fixated on waking me up from the dreams I have you. During the day, when I have nothing better to do, I daydream of you next to me. When I see something I think you’d like I drift off into thoughts of you. At night, when I’m winding down and wishing I was in someone’s arms… your arms.

It’s you… it’s always you.

And late at night, when I can’t sleep and the world is silent, I can’t help but wonder if you’re thinking of me too…

But only in my imaginary world is this real… you actually thinking of me… and you… together as one.

Silly me, there I go again dreaming of you…

Yours truly,

-E.S.

[woolfem]

[unspokenevermore]

Have you ever had a dream so real you think it is a memory?

- I’m still trying to figure out if you were real or not

[strininsin1]

The Fate of the Tearling — Erika Johansen

[dame-nostalgique]

Do you like me now, XI 2022

[koko-poetry]

talking to the moon.

[cosmicwriterof21stcentury]

[ab-initioo]

- lilyrainpoetry; (via instagram)

[honeyfleshing]

– Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things

[abhi-na-jaao-chhod-kar]

imagine being the subject of someone's poetry .

[hospital-wh0re]

ash, tracy k. smith // house md 

[crescent-july]

August has always been the most distressing month in the year. The emotions are wild and untamed, the hunches keep haunting you, your heart reminds you of who you love so deeply and your mind warns you that it may not end so well.

[saturnsfavouritemoon]

Who needs stars... we've got a roof❤️

[dame-nostalgique]

Heretics in Love, 23 XI 2022