always thinking of that âi couldnât stop wasting timeâ quote
song of the summer!!
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todays bird

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

gracie abrams
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Color Me Curious
Doug Jones
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Kiana Khansmith

oozey mess

⣠Chile in a Photography âŁ
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titsay

Origami Around
Game of Thrones Daily
almost home
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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always thinking of that âi couldnât stop wasting timeâ quote
song of the summer!!
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jennifer willoughby, the sun is still a part of me
Leila Chatti, "Postcard from Gone"
[ID: black serif font on white background, 18 short verses in 6 stanzas, reading:
When you left I walked / into the ocean. Not to / drown but to be held
by something / reluctant / to let go. Don't
make this bigger / than it is, which is big / enough to swallow
whales / and civilizations. / I joined
the blue, I was blue. / And when I looked / down, I shattered
and reformed / so many times, you know, I couldn't catch / a clear look at myself.
End ID.]
Ada LimĂłn, from âThe Hurting Kind,â in The Hurting Kind
[text ID:Â Before my grandfather died, I asked him what sort / of horse he had growing up. He said, / Just a horse. My horse, with such a tenderness it / rubbed the bones in the ribs all wrong. / I have always been too sensitive, a weeper / from a long line of weepers. / I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.]
the ache of nostalgia
AE HEE LEE, from "Prelude"
Henrietta Goodman, âDescentâ
is anyone else disgusted by the enormity of their desire or is it just me & richard siken
This is me if you even care (not my original quote)
Has Self-Awareness Gone Too Far in Fiction? by Katy Waldman / Daniel Sloss: X / Has Self-Awareness Gone Too Far in Fiction? by Katy Waldman / Bo Burnham: Inside
Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?
you say you donât want a boyfriend, but you know thatâs not true - Charlotte Green/the voice - AnaĂŻs Nin/the unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath - Sylvia Plath/tolerate it - Taylor Swift/the unabridged journals of sylvia plath - Sylvia Plath/the unexpurgated diary of anaĂŻs nin - AnaĂŻs Nin/ @treebloods/@lovebeing-a-girl/@ sanwtch on instagram/ @onlyanothermundane/@tullispink/I am an observer, but not by choice - @fatimaamerbilal/the prophecy - Taylor Swift/criss cross - Lynne Rae Perkins/Vladimir Mayakovsky in a letter to Lili Brik/what I could never confess without some bravado - Emily Palermo/little weirds - Jenny Slate
requested here
Cathy Linh Che, from Go Forget your father//Friedrich Nietzsche// Richey Edwards// // Moss Angel, Girldirt Angelfog// Rainer Maria Rilke, Fragment of an Elegy,// Leila Miccolis, till death do us part.
âYou come to me at night, and walk through my dreams as if they belong to you.
They do.â
William C. Hannan
i read CS Lewisâ A Grief Observed one time years ago and iâm still not recovered from it
â A Grief Observed: part i-ii, C.S. Lewis x
Devin Kelly, from "How to Drown"
[ID: excerpt from a poem reading,
"(No one ever told me it would be like this, that the past could scream past until it inhabits a kind of present, the way the word weight holds the sound of wait until what you feel becomes a softened mantra binding you to night.)"
/end ID]
love & friendship - collected writings from side wounds and other poems