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whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glück
Amy Hempel, "Cloudland", Sing to It
thinking about that one quote from the simpsons about how much homer misses marge
like. this is peak romance.
Going There by Jack Gilbert
But an unquenchable love for you has never left me...
{Quotes: Alejandra Pizarnik, Approximations/Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 2, 1928-9; Sunday, October 7/chen chen, nature poem in ‘when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities’/sue zhao/ Sylvia path / Maggie Nelson, Bluets/Richard siken/Ingeborg Bachmann, In the Storm of Roses from ‘The Poem for the Reader’, tr. Mark Anderson ,paintings: pinterest}
Leila Chatti, Night Lament in Hergla
“The entire earth has been made a place of prayer, except for graveyards and washrooms.” (Sunan al-Tirmidhī 317)
lets be pointy with mama
“Maybe you ought to stick to the city, Pixie”
From Red Rising, page 106, end of chapter 14:
I point to a massive black stallion with hooves that paw the ground. “I’ll take that beast.”
Matteo smiles. “This one is more your speed.”
Matteo gives me a pony. A big pony, but a pony. […] I do not take to riding well. […] Someone laughs in the distance, a girl with long hair. She rides the stallion I pointed to earlier.
“Maybe you ought to stick to the city, Pixie,” she shouts at me, then kicks her horse away. I rise from my knee and watch her ride into the distance. Her hair spills out behind her, more golden than the setting sun.
I made a field guide about the Korok Forest (but it’s magical!)
Aegon's self-awareness is growing, and not in a good way for him because he's becoming more aware of how much of a fraud he is. And it's eating him from the inside out.
— TOM GLYNN-CARNEY