SWEET DARLING

fill me up, fill me full up

— Reginald Dwayne Betts, from “Essay on Reentry,” in Felon

— Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “Portrait of Dora,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[Text ID: i view each day only as another grave plot ive yet to pour cement into we're all waiting for our dead to catch up to us i like being a man but not when my father's around i think if my grandpa survived any longer, he would have learned to hate me i joke about being the runt of the family i upright the angels at the cemetery i tell people this because i want to be loved i do bad things my neurotic behavior rivals a trapped bird my heart resembles a bruised burial all i know is my mother doesn't want to be cremated i talk to none of my cousins my uncles wouldn't be able to pick me out of a lineup even my nana didn't understand my ma tried to teach me shame so i wouldn't get hurt i got hurt anyway if it's a game, im losing if i was meant to live this long, i think god is wasteful ive got no legacy ive got no idea what i want to do when i die /End ID]

— Kuba Wojewodzki 

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from “The Night, The Poem”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

Art of Style: Jean Cocteau