Margaret Atwood, We are hard

Trista Mateer, "Baggage", from Honeybee

[This is the house that built me / and I’m gonna burn it down. / This is the river I crawled from/ and I refuse to drown here. / And bless the strippers / but fuck the men. / And bless the berries / but fuck the farm. / And bless the daughter / but fuck the family. / What is a home / if not the first place you learn to run from? / You’ve got to bite the hand / that starves you, and in doing so / Praise the place that birthed you. / Birthed you fucked up. / Birthed you ugly, and interesting, / and ready to scream.“— Courtney Love Prays To Oregon, Clementine von Radics]

Grave of Caroline Christine Walter, Freiburg Old Cemetery. She died aged 17 in 1867 and every day since then a mystery donor has left flowers on her grave.

heirlooms

i think about this poem every day

Noor Hindi, ode to friendship

sappho / rodgers & hart / gilbert bradley & gordon bowsher / taylor swift / sarah kay

Kate Zambreno

soft marble sculptures appreciation post. 

images that make me go straight up insane moodboard

@ladlegard ❤️🍓

nobody/everybody! - may 2021