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be poetic. if you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. call it soft and golden as sunlit honey. if it makes you glad to be alive then it’s not silly. you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that. say the heavy rain is kissing you. write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers. make your world magical. collect your metaphors and treasure them.
soft heart and a dirty mind 😌
Richard Siken
Excerpts, quotes and verses that I adore:
I was away, I don’t know where, lying on the floor, pretending I was dead. I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it.
The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you, finding the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren’t stitched up quite right, the place they could almost slip right into through if the skin wasn’t trying to keep them out, to keep them here, on the other side of the theater where the curtain keeps rising.
Do we simply stare at what’s horrible and forgive it?
Someone is digging your grave right now.
Someone is drawing a bath to wash you clean, he said, so think of the wind, so happy, so warm. It’s a fairy tale,
I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
I’ll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger.
We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.
Is there an acceptable result? Do we mean something when we talk? Is it enough that we are shuddering from the sound?
So, I said, now that we have our dead, what are we going to do with them?
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I miss you:((♡
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Absolutely obsessed with the idea of spending the rest of my life with the love of my life.
Gabriela Mistral, from a letter to Doris Dana c. April 1949, translated by Velma García-Gorena
I attempt to distill my feelings and thoughts into a broth, So that others might drink down smoothly What I have been choking upon Or brewing; Stewing in my mind.
Is it warm? Does it glide down easily? Do you get notes of despair? How about silliness? Surely you taste the bitterness Of imposter syndrome? There are definitely hints Of earthy optimism …right? Or is that the approval seeking…
Perhaps I’ll never know. But I plan to keep serving.
Bon appétit, bitches.
she doing hot girl shit (crying in her room) go focus on your self bro
I need you, my fairy-tale. Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought — and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds.
Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera