Let's go be Psychos together

spacefroggity:

spacefroggity:

Biggest failing of the internet is that in order to be vibing with my friends I have to actually be talking to them. I socialize like a cat I just show affection by sitting next to you. Ily but sometimes I have Nothing to say. Not a damn thing going on in my head

I don’t want to “have” a “conversation” I want to peel an orange and share it with you

lifeinpoetry:

Wake next to you
bring you coffee
listen to the radio together
welcome your head on my shoulder
stroke your fingers
Love as simple
as good morning

You are here
All is not lost

In front of you
I am ashamed of my despair

— Abdellatif Laâbi, from Perishable Poems, In Praise of Defeat

lifeinpoetry:

at the function, i feel myself splitting into too many rooms of static

you touch my hand & there i am

— Danez Smith, from “acknowledgments,” Homie

lifeinpoetry:

“Night falls / and the empty intimacy of the whole world / fills my heart to frothing.”

— Mary Ruefle, from “Sent to the Monk,” Dunce

lifeinpoetry:

On the third day
pull yourself out of bed
wake with a start
Can you feel death’s bone milk?
Good. This means you are among
the living
Good. This means your heart is yours

— Mahogany L. Browne, from “Do not make Grief your God,” published in Split This Rock

lifeinpoetry:

“i know the tongue she speaks— grief is a kind of language you can touch.”

— Ojo Taiye, from “Is This Still What I Want?” All of Us are Birds and Some of Us Have Broken Wings

freeartzombie:

Meeting The Man: James Baldwin in Paris

(via Mubi)