THE MARTYR; Hilary Mantel / Arch Budzar / Wikipedia / Franz Kafka / Anne Carson / Pinterest / Velázquez,

WHERE is that poem about that person learning all about their partners hyperfixation before getting dumped the last line is like “love is a stack of books on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end” I need it to feel whole help me please

DITTOOO ;u; <3

This. 

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “Walking Home”

rage and tenderness existing simultaneously in the same body

“Do you remember when we first met? I thought I had wandered into a dream.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien

only your name echoes in my head again and again

like a crowd in a sports match except it's my mind alone cheering you on and calling out to you as if you'd telepathically hear me one of these days