mental illness made me so desperate for joy that i forgot it was this simple… feeling the ocean against your skin… a really good guitar riff… sun on your back… holding the door for a stranger… a cold shower on a hot day…….. the world is like a cradle and i am just a little baby. eyes wide open there is so much to see

— Amal El-Mohtar, from This Is How You Lose the Time War (via lunamonchtuna)

Ocean Vuong, from "Skinny Dipping", Time Is a Mother

“Honeybunny, for you, I’ve got a mouthful of soot. Sweetpea, for you, I always smell like blood. Everything that touches me, Lovemuffin, turns to salt. When I think of you I see fire. When I dream of you I hear footsteps on bones. When I see you I can feel the scythe’s smooth handle in my palm. Love, you got me standing at attention. Clutching my heart. Polishing guns.”

— Ross Gay, excerpt of “Love You Got Me Good”, in Bringing the Shovel Down (via antigonick)

this is so important