r.m.s

jacqueline woodson

Text ID: —to fill myself up. I always feel like I’m eating when I’m reading. And the need to read (etc. etc.) is like an awful raging hunger. So that I often try to read two or three books at a time.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

Caitlyn Siehl, This is Not a Love Poem

— T. S. Eliot, from The Waste Land and Other Poems: “The Waste Land” (via intopermanence)

— From This Is a Love Poem by Mary Fell 

— Gabriela Mistral, tr. by Randall Couch, From Madwomen: The Locas Mujeres Poems of Gabriela Mistral, a Bilingual Edition; “The Abandoned Woman”

— Varlam Shalamov, from “All that is human”; The Penguin Book of Russian Poetry (ed. by Robert Chandler, Irina Mashinski, Boris Dralyuk)

Christina Rossetti, from From the Antique

Eugène Atget, “21 Rue Faubourg-Saint-Honoré, Paris” (1902)

Albert Garcia from “August Morning”, Skunk Talk 

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

Mary Oliver, Blue Horses; “Blueberries”

— Richard Jackson, from “Belief” Out of Place (via weltenwellen)

— Clarice Lispector, from “The Imitation of the Rose”, Collected Stories (trans. Katarina Dodson)