writingsforwinter:

The woman on the street corner has a spine tattoo

that would make anyone weep if read backwards,

something about having a three-way

with a pair of ghosts who never quite figured out where home was.

The first night I crossed the equator I remembered the dream in which

I was given the wrong…

I still feel that poetry is not medicine — it’s an X-ray. It helps you see the wound and understand it.
Dunya Mikhail, from an interview (via mitochondria)

writingsforwinter:

In today’s news: a chance of rain and a moon that rises like a burnt peach

over the two of us in bed.

Years ago, a close friend got an inner thigh tattoo of a compass rose

To remind her that despite the man who hurt her,

She still knew exactly where she was going.

ktshy:

I am so ready…!

justdilla:

Bless whoever made this.