By Christian Wiman

this afternoon, i felt
my veins
swell passionfruit
rivers
at the turn of monsoon.
you know, i have
always
been bruising
but i will bloom for you.

metamorphesque:

Hammond B3 Organ Cistern by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

(via metamorphesque)

fairydrowning:

And if you missed a day, there was always the next,

and if you missed a year, it didn’t matter,

the hills weren’t going anywhere,

the thyme and rosemary kept coming back,

the sun kept rising, the bushes kept bearing fruit—

– Sunrise, by Louise Glück

weltenwellen:

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

fairydrowning:

– Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

[TEXT ID: “To love someone is firstly to confess: I’m prepared to be devastated by you.”]

fairydrowning:

“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.”

-Marya Hornbacher, Wasted