Like any unloved thing, I don't know if I'm real when I'm not being touched.
Natalie Wee, “Lonely,” Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines
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Like any unloved thing, I don’t know if I’m real when I’m not being touched.
~Natalie Wee
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Like any / unloved thing, I don’t know if I’m real /
when I’m not being touched.
little beast - richard siken // i want to hold your hand - the beatles // temple of horus // francis forever - mitski // portrait of a lady on fire // holding hands feel so intimate - claudia barbs // like real people do - hozier // fade into you - mazzy star // show me how - men i trust // our bodies & other fine machines - natalie wee
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on 6000 years of longing. on love, even in the face of annihilation.
Mitski, "Star" // Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone., This is How You Lose the Time War // Mitski, "I Don't Smoke" // Anne Sexton // Phoebe Bridgers, "Moon Song" // Mina Loy, "Three Moments in Paris" // Mitski, "I'm Your Man" // Emery Allen // Lilith Kerr, from unloving the knife // Hozier, "From Eden" // Sue Zhao // Lilith Kerr, from unloving the knife // Yves Olade, "Belovéd" // Hozier, "NFWMB" // Natalie Wee, "Least of All, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines // Richard Siken, Crush // Richard Siken, Crush // unknown (I'm sorry, I can't find the original author) // Hozier, "Francesca" // Hozier, "Unknown / Nth" // The National, "Don't Swallow the Cap" // Neil Hilborn, "A Place Where Someone Loves You" // Lucille Clifton, "climbing" // The Crane Wives, "Never Love an Anchor" // Richard Siken, "Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out" // Jane Austen, Emma // Phoebe Bridgers, "Waiting Room" // unknown
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This body isn’t a trial run
for your real life.
Take your life
in your hands. Make your hands useful
or you’ll be sorry.
You say sorry
more than anything else.
— Natalie Wee, from “Ten Years after Diagnosis,” Beast at Every Threshold
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In an alternative universe, i can imagine another version of myself
one in a stable relationship happy in the arms of a lover.
Toned down paranoia, and Indulgent pleasure.
I worry that that version of me is delusional
in love, but alone in it that I’ll somehow miss the signs of an emotionally absent partner the way I missed my father…
And yet, I’ll come up with excuses because I never felt comfortable with pointing my finger
that I’ll overcompensate.. Nest in the apex of their heart and believe that there’s no way higher
that the hierarchy is nothing but guilt inducing anger.
It's easy to love me;
i grew up in a household where it's acceptable to sacrifice your own soul in exchange of feeling like your existence is convenient.
As years went by, I learned to love that feeling eventually more than life itself..
i lost a lot of myself watching my mother hand feed me all that she is, all that she wanted to be, then sneak bites of who she was before she had me..
now, i think i can be whoever a lover needs me to be.
Then when they’re not around I’ll let my pieces fall down and hope that somehow they’ll align…
this terrifies me...
I don't want to settle and passive smoke my own life, set in the corner and inhale the damage even when it isn't mine.
I love love, I just don’t think it’s for me...
In a lecture about addiction, our doctor said
“The neurobiology of love is the same as neurobiology of addiction"
To me, that makes sense for i lose all my edges whenever I'm submerged in a wave of it.
My ends melt trying desperately to reach out even when i don't really know how to direct them to anyone other than myself
Paint them orbits to circle around me and feed them rays of hope
"our paranoia won't last forever"
At least that's what I whisper as i try to keep them close enough, not too much;
I don't want eternity
“I only wanna die someday”
I wrap them around me every night until i suffocate in an embrace trying to comfort all the atoms of love that are lost in me...
I’ll come to an end; and you'll be free.
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•Quotes: Roland Barthes/ Angelea Lowes/ Anaïs Nin/Mahmoud Darwish/Mary Oliver/ Ottessa Moshfegh/Elaine Kahn/ Natalie Wee/Carole Maso/Tracy K. Smith/Halsey/chelsea g. summers/ Anne Sexton.
•Original context: sinligh
•Art reference:
1. Art by Lisa Lach-Nielsen. 2.Quoted, 2008, oil on linen by Jen Mazza. 3. Choke, 2008, oil on linen by Jen Mazza. 4. Ceruse 87, 2008, oil on linen by Jen Mazza. 5. A girl with pomegranate (detail) by William-Adolphe Bouguereau. 6. An Interior with a woman seated by Lampligt by Christian Valdemar Clause Danish. 7. Photo by Soul Eom. 8. "two people" by Mila Plaickner. 9.Art by Lisa Lach-Nielsen
P.s: writing this felt like:
“It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me”
Song rec:
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