Childhood made everything feel like it lingered. The time it took for hot chocolate to cool down was eternal. Christmas day took weeks. The two-hour drive to my grandparents' house took us to a new world. It's all too fast now.
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Childhood made everything feel like it lingered. The time it took for hot chocolate to cool down was eternal. Christmas day took weeks. The two-hour drive to my grandparents' house took us to a new world. It's all too fast now.
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I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us as with a match, which is lit, and bright, but does not hurt in the common way, but delightfully, as if delight were the most serious thing you ever felt.
— Mary Oliver, from “Snow Geese”
me, about to be so abnormal about this: im gonna be so normal about this
My hands wanted to touch your hands / because we had hands, wrote Frank Bidart.
He wrote about his hand with his own hands—: it’s a mise en abyme.
To have a lover’s hands within our own hands, to become those other hands as those other hands are becoming you, is to be between two mirrors, is to be placed into the abyss of touch.
The infinity of her hand.
— Natalie Diaz, from The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones—: These Hands If Not Gods
No more girlbossing i want to girl rest girl sleep girl lay down etc
La Jalousie, 2013. Directed by Philippe Garrel
Work by Teresa Murak - “Third Crop” / “Silencing a Thunderstorm”
When You Were Small.
Very old line
i get in the light of the sun and i am suddenly like, life has meaning and is beautiful actually
Richard Siken
“What I want from the river is what I always want: / to be held by a stronger thing that, in the end, chooses mercy.”
— Oliver Baez Bendorf, “Advantages of Being Evergreen” (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2019) (via Last Tambourine)
You come today me on the day of my assignments due date
the discomfort of healing
1. Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle - Nirvana
2. self portrait against red wallpaper - Richard Siken
3. Thanksgiving 2006 - Ocean Vuong (from Night Sky with Exit Wounds)
never not thinking about the end of poetry by ada limón
like….. yeah……
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