Something else is hurting you – that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.

Charles Bukowski (via unextinguished)

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves. I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead.

Michael Ondaatje (via misswallflower)

Is ecstasy possible in destruction?

Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Letters (via sequences)

When our ghosts come home to us,
we will not know what to do with them.

Ezekiel Russell, “Haunted,” published in Wyvern Lit (via bostonpoetryslam)

I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything.

Richard Siken, from “The Torn-Up Road” (via halflunar)

pretty space words

danscrotch:

aphelion – the point in the orbit of a planet, asteroid, or comet at which it is farthest from the Sun.
astral – relating to or resembling the stars.
caldera – a large volcanic crater, especially one formed by a major eruption leading to the collapse of the mouth of the volcano.
celestial – positioned in or relating to the sky, or outer space as observed in astronomy.
constellation – a group of stars forming a recognizable pattern.
cosmos – the universe seen as a well-ordered whole.
equinox – the time or date at which the sun crosses the celestial equator, when day and night are of equal length.
faculae – bright patches that are visible on the Sun’s surface.
lunation – the interval of a complete lunar cycle, between one new Moon and the next.
interstellar – occurring or situated between stars.
nebula – a cloud of gas and dust in outer space, visible in the night sky either as an indistinct bright patch or as a dark silhouette against other luminous matter.
perihelion – the point in the orbit of a planet, asteroid, or comet at which it is closest to the Sun.
synodic – relating to or involving the conjunction of stars, planets, or other celestial objects.

When you stand on bare earth in your bare feet and lightning whips through you, two ways at once, they say you are grounded,
and that’s what poetry is: a hot wire.

Margaret Atwood, from The Door (via victoriajoan)