You wonder why I don’t
answer your 3 a.m. phone calls.

When you say “I miss you”,
I begin to undress myself out of habit.

Sierra Demulder (via shutterdove)

My father has been dry for fourteen years, and he tells me,

"An alcoholic is always an alcoholic, and sober is just another word for thirsty."

Sierra Demulder (via operationhotmotherboy)
"   I loved you head over handlebars
like my first bicycle accident -
before the mouthful of gravel and blood,
I swore we were flying.   "
Sierra Demulder
“Cycle of Abuse” (via theworldismadeofwords)

I filled my gas tank to 33 dollars and 33 cents
and told you it was for you
because it was your favorite number.

I organized our belongings
(white t-shirts—books—toothbrushes—
baby, this is where we keep our sweaters)
as if using the word “our” would embed myself
into what you call home.

I bought flowers from a homeless man
because you are a botany major.
I wanted to bring them to you,
wilting and loveless, and show you how
I can nurture something worth saving.

There is a five-finger scar above my breast.
There is an orchestra on my neck shaped like your pulse
from all the nights you held me the way
you only hold something slipping.

There are 6 states
pressed like stubborn flowers
between the last time I kissed you and today,
but you still feel like a sound caught in my throat.

Sierra DeMulder, “During the Month it Took You to Leave Me”
(via teenager90s)
"   Does he fall for her features like rearranged furniture? When
he kisses her, does she taste like new paint?   "
From “On Watching Someone You Love Love Someone Else,” a poem in Sierra DeMulder’s New Shoes On A Dead Horse, reviewed at The Rumpus by Gina Vaynshteyn. (via therumpus)




If you give me
nothing else,
give me the
morning haze
and the
you promised.

"   If you want to
leave, then leave.

I didn’t feel compelled
to give you a reason
to stay, and you left at
the first sign of trouble.

We are selfish souls with
no need for the other.
This was never going to
end on amicable terms.   "
Noor Shirazie (via aestheticintrovert)


body comparative




omg damn


Theres no sun on planet earth

It’s all just fucking shade

"   I feel very special about you. I suspect it’s your face…but then, it’s your manner, your intuitive kindness and sensitivity. Ah that isn’t quite…You make me feel like home. You make me feel that the world is not strange. What kinder gift can someone give another one? Is all this mere eloqeunce…or simple humanity…simple love. Love, perhaps, should always be this simple.   "
Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anthony Hecht, dated May 1961 (via petrichour)