Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

oozey mess
Cosmic Funnies

if i look back, i am lost
Jules of Nature
NASA

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sheepfilms
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Claire Keane
noise dept.
occasionally subtle
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
maybe life is all about waking up every day and trying to learn how to appreciate the beauty of the world without allowing the ugliness of everything that has happened to me in the past to interfere with it
the worst thing in the world is doing things. the second worst thing in the world is not doing things. how has no one ever come up with a solution for this
one thing i need to start living by is “become the thing that you want” if i want friends who throw themed parties maybe i should start throwing those parties. if i want someone who writes me love letters maybe i should start writing letters for the people i love. if i want to hang out at museums and pretty cafes maybe i should invite my friends to these places. and maybe even then i won’t find the kind of people i want to be around. but then i would have become the exact person i want to be around. and maybe that’s good enough.
there are two wolves inside me (the urge to overshare vs the urge to never share anything)
— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; 'Guilty of Dust'.”
just some lil guys
tag urself im the one sitting down with a blep
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Never met a sunset I didn’t like
Tchaikovsky’s Serenade for Strings in C major, Movement III
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