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Aug 29 @ 10:48 PM
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norhuu:

My friend Isaac has the most gorgeous hands I have ever seen, and I am completely enamored of them. The day I met him he promised to let me draw them, and I finally got to last weekend. 

Aug 29 @ 8:24 AM
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I’ve been working so hard on creating and collecting and writing together the best chapbook of poetry that I possibly can at this point in my life and my writing and I want you guys to like it so much! I’m proud of the work I’ve done and I think as a writer, as a young girl growing quickly and confusingly, all I can hope for is that this book comes out at the end of the day as an appropriate depiction of who I am now, in this moment, this year. I want you guys to love the poems as much as I am proud of them, and I can’t wait (seriously can’t wait) for you to see it when it’s finished!!! I’m so new to this and every time I think about how tangible a piece this will be, this pile of my work, and how soon (so soon!) I’m going to be able to send it out to people who want to read it, it gives me such a thrill and just makes me so so so happy and I can only hope that when you read it, if you read it, the words make you happy in little way too. 

Aug 29 @ 12:37 AM
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Aug 29 @ 12:31 AM
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sanahgohar:

This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.

Aug 26 @ 7:49 PM
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I want to be able to tell you
that when we read Hamlet in class,
my teacher leaned back against the blackboard
and pushed his hands into his khaki pockets
and said he loved the way Ophelia died.
He said he loved how beautiful it was,
all that pale, all that lifeless, all that
you take my breath away forever, baby.
He said it so I could see the pink in his mouth
behind his smile. He had chalk on him
all day after. He had crime scene on him
all day after.

I want you to know that my legs
are so used to being crossed for you
that they forget when it is time to run.
It is why we fall so often. It is why the gravel
loves us most, skins our knees and our palms
and calls it loving, calls it intimate.
You and the gravel have a lot in bloody common.

I want you to know how scared my mama is.
She holds my hands to her sides and says
no boys, okay? No boys because they take.
Take, take, take. No boys because night has
their faces in all the corners, their sneers
painted into the sky. The crickets are actually
their whispers, okay? I want you to know
how fear seems to run in my family but
skip the male genes.

I want you to see how badly my hands
turn unsure when I board my train.
I want you to know that I’ve been reading
the same sentence of my book since
nine stops ago.
I want you to know that I’m not texting anybody,
that the woman next to me
is not my friend, but I will lean a little closer
to her anyway.
I want you to know that I have no keys with me,
but I hope my loose change sounds
like sharp to you.

I want you to know how safe is
a language unlearned and
I am second generation lost.
I want you know that I will remember
the colour of your eyes and always forget
the definition of compliment, of romance.
I want to read you a list of all that I want to say
and another of everything I couldn’t.
I want to tell you that
both lists are the same, as I
uncross my legs and fold them back
the other way.

To the Man on the Subway Who Would Not Stop Staring | Ramna Safeer
Aug 25 @ 6:58 PM
writings   poetry  
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holiness for you
was always in the quiet
of the world,
never in the flesh of another.

the blood you lick from your lips
must taste like freedom.
Emily Palermo, excerpt of “Artemis (via splitterherzen)
Aug 25 @ 1:53 PM
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Aug 25 @ 12:35 AM
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sickpage:

Rachel Baran
Dependency, 2014

Aug 25 @ 12:09 AM
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It’s a lot harder to run
when there’s no one chasing you.
Ramna Safeer, 5 Things My Parents Taught Me (via hellanne)
Aug 24 @ 7:26 PM
:)  
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