in between needing somebody and needing everybody to leave me alone.

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@alchemistofpoetry
in between needing somebody and needing everybody to leave me alone.
Now I long for a little quiet all I want is a hut on a hill or near a seashore all I want in front of my window is a sheet immersed in bluing spread there like the sea all I want in my vase is even a false carnation red paper wound on wire so that the wind the wind can control it easily as much as it wants to. The evening would fall the flocks would echo descending to their fold like some quite simple happy thought and I would lie down to sleep because I wouldn’t have even a candle to light, light, to read.
Giorgos Seferis, from “Hampstead,” Collected Poems (Princeton University Press, 1969)
But why is the Pacha meme happening though. Did tumblr collectively watch The Emperor’s New Groove sixteen years after its release and found the perfect scene for the perfect meme? I don’t understand.
When Tumblr finds the scene that’s just right…
gillian cussing in the x files gag reels
The career of an archaeologist lies in ruins
My own nature photography:
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i want a soft kind of love. i’m too worn out for anything else
I have lived through many ages, Through the eyes of salmon, deer, and wolf.
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Dance on the beach
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I found myself confronted with a tremendous chaos of thought and feeling that I couldn’t bring myself to tamper with,
Marguerite Duras, from The War (The New Press, 1985)