we'll meet again, maybe not in person, but in everything you and i loved
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@a-strangerfromspace
we'll meet again, maybe not in person, but in everything you and i loved
Giant amethyst geode from Uruguay.
That’s no geode that’s a magic rock with space inside.
Everything I ever needed was for someone not to be overwhelmed by what I am. That is why I pushed you; that's why I hurt you.
I cut you out like a necrotic limb— though you were alive, fresh blooded rosey cheeked and bright eyed.
I cut you completely in one night.
And believe me, your absence still itches. Like a phantom limb— I carry you everywhere.
I genuinely think there was no greater insight into the modern Christian mindset than when the Pope said he very much hoped Hell was empty and he was absolutely hounded by both Catholics and Protestants outraged at the idea of a man who wanted a place of infinite suffering to have nobody in it.
the 1 - taylor swift
Vincent Giarrano - "Morning Light"
i had my fingers in her ghost cracking her shell starving pieces fell upon dusty sheets and dim light pierced crevices
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flowers were placed random about her soul roots grabbing hold careful not to rip them out her heart will come with
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after i finish making her whole for a while she returns to a statue form to ghostly manners and faraway thoughts of when she was alive
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love forms at the corners of her black lips *
i breathe warmth into cracks of her quiet keeping vigil while learning her shape hands remember what my mind forgets and time loosens its grip * night hums low around us candles bow their heads dust lifts like prayer as her shadow rehearses against the wall * i step back to admire the miracle borrowed not owned the pulse i lent her flickers soft and asks nothing * love waits at the corner of breath...and death
Art by: galactixy_illustrations on Instagram
Worth another look I’m watching my body shift like the landscape outside the window and it’s like spring won’t wait with new blooms -fresh and unexpected as I am caught unawares feeling overwhelmed and eager to rush across the room just for a hug, long and warm warm as the sun in March trumping a windy day a first kiss for an old body feeling new yet inevitable.
Sara Luisa Kirk, from "Begin here,"
Sarah Fathima Mohammed, from "nocturnes in the rain"