sweet tongue

— Unknown

[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]

Warsan Shire, from “Hooyo Isn't Home”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

Natalie Díaz, from “Isn't the Air Also a Body, Moving?”, Postcolonial Love Poem

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[Text ID: “Do I contradict myself? Very well then….I contradict myself; I am large….I contain multitudes.”]

[Text ID: For a taste of your neck I would / burn my tongue]

Alive at the End of the World, Saeed Jones

— Georg Trakl, from Poems: Bilingual Edition; “Mary Magdalene: A Dialogue,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

i’ve had ‘the beauty of the world is the mouth of a labyrinth’ stuck in my head and had forgotten the full quote went this hard. can barely cope with the experience of comprehending it

— Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by Carl Wildman, from “Zorba the Greek,” wr. c. 1946 (via violentwavesofemotion)

the contents page of Pictures & Tears: A History of People Who Have Cried in Front of Paintings by James Elkins