Something made your eyes go cold.

You are art

[blumencia]

[ps1]

[sicknare]

[ousia-poetica]

The landscape is your eyes.

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[389]

1. After The Pale, The World Again 2. All Distances Are Insurmountable 3. Here We Go Mother On The Shipless Ocean 4. After The World, The Pale

Mia Novakova, Porch Collapse

[weltenwellen]

Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa, Selected Poems

[feral-ballad]

Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “Angie”

[Text ID: “drenched in you, chanting your name.”]

[lifeinpoetry]

“you’re so polite with your sadness. you don’t want to ruin this for anyone.”

— — Silas Melvin, from “Twenty,” Grit

[metamorphesque]

― Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909

[text ID: I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.]

[su-n-s-e-t]

[yan-wo]

[timbllr]

from weheartit

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[suspend]

[sunbathe]

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