blauwe muren

de stilte spreekt boekdelen

[chillpotato]

Sylvia Plath

[spivity]

what day in march sylvia,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,sylvia please,,,,,,,,,,,what day in march

[soracities]

e.e. cummings, from “(listen)”, in 73 Poems, Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[lelif]

the miracle of being here

invitation, mary oliver// @arthoesunshine // when death comes, mary oliver//to be alive, gregory ott// the dead poets society(1989), quote: walden, henry david thoreau// joseph campbell// the aeneid, virgil// @babyangel-jpg // @rawjoy //sweet, charles bukowski// that it will never come again, emily dickinson// bjenny montero// ? // ? // moments, mary oliver// madness a bipolar life, marya hornbacher// wild geese, mary oliver// letters to a young poet, rainer maria rilke// on earth we're briefly gorgeous, ocean voung// @ashstfu // i thought on his desire for three days, linda gregg

[paradoxarchive]

i am too in love with life, i don’t want to die (i cannot fathom the absence of living)

arthoesunshine | sunlightafterdark | joseph cambell | mary oliver | amy krouse rosenthal | joseph brodsky | unknown | gregory orr | colette, tr by matthew ward | anaïs nin

[ryebreadgf]

ordinary things, s.t

[ochtendstorm]

(alles voelt alleen)

[aaresx]

Albert Camus, The Fall

[bowandharrow]

adore is such a soft word...

I adore you. I adore the way your eyes light up when you're excited. I adore everything about you. I look upon you in adoration. I adore your affection and what it does to me. I adore you

so yeah, anyways...adore

[wedarkacademia]

― Anaïs Nin, From "A Journal of Love": The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1932-1934

[metamorphesque]

― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea

[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]

[fishandshesmygills]

everything is about reaching the ending except for the ending which is about wanting to go back to the start

[metamorphesque]

― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

[remanence-of-love]

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Nelly Sachs, from “The Seeker.”

[metamorphesque]

— Natalie Diaz, Manhattan Is a Lenape Word

[int3rnvlfl0w]

[metamorphesque]

Slow Nights on the Bass Boat, David Bottoms

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