open season on blue moods
boygenius, Not Strong Enough // Anne Carson, H of H Playbook // @daisies-on-a-cup // Franz Wright, Night Walk // images from Pinterest
open season on blue moods
boygenius, Not Strong Enough // Anne Carson, H of H Playbook // @daisies-on-a-cup // Franz Wright, Night Walk // images from Pinterest
I’m walking around my own house
with a heart full of secrets
nowhere to put them down
and no one I want to keep it
blank pages scuff marks
ink runs out of pens
it’s easy to fall in love
but the hard part is,
what then?
~ L. T.
was listening to the sound guy explain something to one of the Munchkins (two middle schoolers who are super interested in the tech stuff) and he caught me looking at him whoops
Danusha Laméris, Insha’Allah
ID: poem excerpt reading,
“How lightly we learn to hold hope,
as if it were an animal that could turn around
and bite your hand. And still we carry it
the way a mother would, carefully,
from one day to the next.”
/end ID]
you can put on a hundred different masks but in the end it will always be just you staring back at yourself in the mirror again
Margaret Atwood, from “Owl Song”, Selected Poems, 1965-1975
Trying to maintain my swagful whimsy and optimism rn in the face of an anti-whimsy society
i love you ugliness i love you obscenity i love you monstrosity i love you decay i love you horror i love you grotesque i love you
Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh