dirty liar

Crystal Valentine - “And the News Reporter Says Jesus Is White”. Support the artist, check out the full poem here.

— Sabrina Benaim, “Explaining My Depression to My Mother”

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair

Kurt Vonnegut, from Mother Night; “Last Full Measure,”

Teju Cole, “Two Weeks” in Known and Strange Things

Nicki Minaj recites ‘Still I Rise’ by Maya Angelou

Paige Lewis, from “Pavlov was the Son of a Priest” published in Ploughshares 

Nothing forever, Meryl Pataky

— Meredith Grey (via perrfectly)

this is a poem called Anatomy of Grief

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Robert Bly, from Selected Poems

Bell Hooks, All About Love - New Visions 

The story begins at the black mouth of a cave and ends with a  strange dog at the door.     With chaos.         A hotel in Tucson.  Yellow curtains on the window.           A love letter written as a question:         IF I KISS YOU, WILL YOU SUFFER?         In the jaundiced light of early morning,                Elvis is in the kitchen singing       we can’t go on together,      and Katie laughs in the porcelain tub,     drops her head under bathwater and baptizes herself.    Says: “Salvation is easy. You just have to die a little.” Same with love, mon amour.         Same with anything dazzling and useless.   The blackness beyond the reach of the lightbulb. The yellow flower patterned sheets.              Our stunned faces, pale with strange relief          when we witnessed the unraveling of all things        beautifully brief:           a love that slow dances. Holds hands when it crosses the street.        Remembers to call home.    A love killed every night.     Resurrected every morning.