this lesbian love note in a thrifted book has overcome me like it really is all about love it has always been and will always be

demonic side, destructive, like black electricity

Ted Hughes describing Sylvia Plath's "rages", quoted in 'Red Comet; The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath' by Heather Clark

Edward Hopper

Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Fady Joudah, from The Butterfly’s Burden; “We were missing a present”

henlo this is a bit specific and I couldn’t really find it in your tags but do you have anything about kindness ? kindness not just particularly to your lover but to family friends acquaintances strangers that you only meet once in the street ?

don't have a specific kindness tag, i think the hope and humanity tags are closest, here & here are two posts that are absolutely lovely <3

quoted in both of them but truly this poem

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to to the person holding it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead - you first,” “I like your hat.”

- Danusha Laméris, 'Small Kindnesses'

The power of what is not there.

Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House; from ‘Shapechangers in Winter’

...the first blush of love, when the self has lost its mooring, and, half-drowning, succumbs to a fearful tide.

Eleanor Catton, from ‘The Luminaries’

Louise Glück, The Wild Iris; from ‘Vespers’

Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems

— Virginia Woolf, from “To The Lighthouse,” originally published in 1927

Gold That Frames the Mirror, Brandon Melendez

Caroline Tompkins

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours

“I understood that anger is a big house, and mostly we live there alone.”

— Ash Sanders, from I Threw an Effigy-Burning Bonfire for my Female Rage. (via xshayarsha)

james baldwin, just above my head