Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings
[ Text ID: Some wounds never vanish. Yet little by little I learned to love my life. ]
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Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings
[ Text ID: Some wounds never vanish. Yet little by little I learned to love my life. ]
I look at the house, still and breathless in the frost. I have got what I wanted. A spell of winter hangs over it, and everyone has gone.
Helen Dunmore, from ‘A Spell of Winter’
kinder than man, athea davis
Frank Bidart, “To the Dead”, Half-Light: Collected Poems, 1965-2016
[Text ID: “The love I’ve known is the love of two people staring
not at each other, but in the same direction.”]
Holly Warburton.
fictional ships are always making me so jealous like why cant i have a best friend/enemy/rival who i share such a deep personal connection with, who makes my whole world feel a little brighter, but i refuse to acknowledge my true feelings for them and instead we go back and forth and miscommunicate and drive one another insane but after years of pining and yearning and pretending the feelings aren't there we finally just can't deny the fact that our souls are entwined so closely, and there's no one in the whole world we would rather be with, that no emotion can be felt as strongly as when it's brought out by the other, and that we would live and die for each other. i want to fall in love with my best friend.
CA Conrad, from ‘I Hope I’m Loud When I’m Dead’, ECODEVIANCE: (Soma)tics for the Future Wilderness
Gabriel Zaid, from "Circe" as featured in Gods and Mortals: Modern Poems on Classical Myths
give it up for what i didn’t know before by ada limón everyone please clap for what i didn’t know before by ada limón
fandom will see a female character with the most interesting backstory and inner turmoil in the entire media and be like “…anyways. where’s the closest man we can pretend has the exact problems she has”
home is the first grave
PSYCHOGEOGRAPHY - CHELSEA DINGMAN // ‘AFTER EFFECTS’ - DANIELE DEL NERO // THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE - SHIRLEY JACKSON // CORALINE (2009) - DIR. HENRY SELICK // ST. LUCY’S HOME FOR GIRL’S RAISED BY WOLVES - KAREN RUSSELL // FORREST GUMP (1994) - ROBERT ZEMECKIS // INANOTHERUNIVERSE - TUMBLR // THANKSGIVING DINNER, 1998 - UNKNOWN // UNKNOWN // CUTTING FOR STONE - ABRAHAM VERGHESE
Ama Codjoe, from "The Bluest Nude" [ID'd]
May Sarton, "Of Grief", Selected Poems
Louise Glück, “Unpainted Door” Poems 1962-2012 / Ingmar Bergman, Bergman On Bergman interviews with Stig Bjorkman, Torsten Manns and Jonas Sima / Moonlight 2016 dir. Barry Jenkins / Fiona Apple, Second Bite interview by Craig McLean, The Guardian / Eighth Grade 2018 dir. Bo Burnham / Norman Rockwell, Little Girl Looking Downstairs at Christmas Party / Anne Carson, “The Anthropology of Water” in Plainwater
Me rn. Pleaseeeee let me be safeeeee
i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.