[vintagenatgeographic]

Swirling contours of terraced paddies wrinkle the face of Taiwan

National Geographic | January 1969

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[umabokil]

I’ll paint the scenery outside your window with your favourite season and connect the stars to scribble your name in the sky. I’ll write books of poems and songs in your name and leave them in parks and bus benches for everyone to find and read. I’ll bake you the homeliest home and cook you the fanciest dinners. I’ll tuck you in with a lullaby for the heart and scoop you in with kisses to the forehead till your chest falls into a calm rhythm next to me. I’ll build you the cosiest cabin in the woods and I’d be the fire that keeps your fingertips and nose warm. I’ll love you like I have always wanted to love you, and I hope that, with time, I hope you will, too.

— I’ll find you for your sake till you become inseparable with yourself.

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[ur-daily-inspiration]

[batsreleased]

This place is like somebody’s memory of a town, and the memory is fading. It’s like there was never anything here but jungle.

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[holyprestidigitation-deactivate]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

[strangledplanet]

[nevver]

Now and then, Julie Blackmon

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nizar Qabbani

[mournfulroses]

Nikita Gill, from Fierce Fairytales Poems & Stories to Stir Your Soul; "Seven,"

[oldwinesoul]

[mournfulroses]

Anne Michaels, from "Infinite Gradation," originally published in October 2017

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— fatima aamer bilal, from being unwanted is a language

[thememedaddy]