Seal My Honey Drenched Lips, With Your Petal Soft Kiss. Place Your Heaven Made Palm On My Feather Dulcet

I call for a new tomorrow,

but hold yesterday's hands tightly,

the grip is powerful,

and the darkness is obscure to most.

I thrive in the sun,

I feel the gentle rhythms.

- Anneshwa

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

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I find beauty in melancholy. Is it problematic?

June Jordan, from Haruko/Love Poems

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she belongs in a museum of flowers, folded between the pages of a book to dry

“I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Patty Dickson Pieczka, from “Autumn”, Beyond the Moon’s White Claw 

“Was it possible I had something to give? Out of the nothingness that was my life? Really, what the fuck did I have to give? Woman with too many holes in her. And yet there was something. Words.”

— Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water: A Memoir

I will heal, after a semi quiet yawp, i will heal.

Anneshwa Paul

if you’re in you’re early-mid twenties and they fucking suck, i promise they fucking suck for most people because it’s the time when you are really figuring out who you want to be how you fit into the world who you should surround yourself and it’s mostly misfires and painful learning experiences and reckoning with your childhood and learning to heal your deep wounds, it’s a very very painful transformation process and it doesn’t really end as you get older, you keep growing and learning, but you learn more and more the tools you need and you can equip yourself with them in times of hardship and find the spaces where you belong that can hold you