哎，老爹

哎，老爹
我不是一个纯净的女孩
我是一个淫荡的女人

nothing knows the sound of abandonment like a highway does, not even God.



Hanif Abdurraqib // When We Were 13, Jeff’s Father Left The Needle Down On A Journey Record Before Leaving The House One Morning And Never Coming Back

Tormentas

Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.


Caitlyn Siehl // Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems

蔵焼けて 障るものなき 月見哉

蔵焼けて 障るものなき 月見哉


Since my house burned down
I now own a better view
of the rising moon



Mizuta Masahide // 17th Century Japanese Poet & Samurai

Plegaria

We pray like this: press your lips against mine and hope that maybe this moment will become one that we remember while we are laying apart in cold beds


Alma Blood // Prayer

Bendito sea tu rostro

Bendito sea el rostro!

Bendito sea el santo rostro!

Bendito sea el santo rostro en la majestuosidad y la belleza de sus eclestiales rasgos!

Bendito sea el santo rostro a traves de las palabras que elabora su bendita boca!

Bendito sea el santo rostro a traves de todas las miradas de sus ojos adorables!

Bendito sea el santo rostro en la transfiguración del Thabor!

Bendito sea el santo rostro en la fatiga de su labor!

Bendito sea el santo rostro en el sudor sangriento de la agonía!

Bendito sea el santo rostro en la humillación de la pasión!

Bendito sea el santo rostro en los sufrimientos de la muerte!

Bendito sea el santo rostro en el esplendor de la resurección!

Bendito sea el santo rostro en la gloria de la eterna luz!

Tranquilizadora lección de la Fantasía

The reassuring lesson of fantasy is that
“I was brought about with a special purpose”.
At the end of treatment, instead of being
bothered of what I am for the others, I fully
assume the uttermost contingency of my
being. The subject becomes ‘cause of itself’
no longer looking for a guarantee of his or
her existence in another’s desire.



S. Zizek

Wednes

Wednesday:
I must not be afraid.



Jean-Paul Sartre // Nausea