23 | aries | ny / ca

peach-ghost:

“I come, callous growth in my heart. I come.”

Paul Celan, tr. by Michael Hamburger, from Poems; “Snowbed,”  (via loveage-moondream)

lesbianherstorian:
“excerpt from “four poems by carla” published in the ladder vol. 13 no. 5, february 1969
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sobbingangel:
“Sick / Not sick enough
Always too much or nothing at all.
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crimsonkismet:

“At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.”

Edgar Allan Poe

does pure happiness exist in this universe?
by (via phototags)
My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine.
by (via firemxtt)
unfleek:
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