elisa

un bel giorno che piove vieni e portami via

[ash-ofpallet]

[kafk-a]

I think about this poem all the time.

[sunshine-and-honeyy]

*gives you a shiny rock* i love you. *gives you a pretty flower* i love you. *gives you a pretty feather* i love you. *gives you a little toad* he loves you too

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hormpf 

[de-es-ce-ha]

TRANSLATION: (heavy Venetian dialect) “We found the problem, it was the fountain.”

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[hedwig-dordt]

#this is both hilarious and not funny - @sigmastolen, right on the money

[anxietystitches]

Despite everything, it’s still you.

[derivarsi]

i’m tired of these hand tremors and i’m tired of feeling so pathetic and i’m just so fucking tired of everything

[louisvuitttonn]

Junko Shimada RTW Spring ‘09

[straycatj]

hello mr j, can you please write us a nice poem?

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[mattrmccormick]

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[liviaserpieri]

vincenzo agnetti, autoritratto 1971

[georgiansuggestion]

steal all furniture, mirrors, beds, carpets, curtains, silverware, and candlesticks from your lodgings before fleeing

[soracities]

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[Text ID: “Alone, I often fall down into nothingness.”]

[soracities]

Moikom Zeqo, ‘An Explication of the Word Loneliness’, I Don’t Believe in Ghosts: Poems from ‘Meduza’ (trans. Wayne Miller)

[Text ID: “And you turn gray like Crusoe, not just on a distant island, but here, too, closed inside yourself.”]

[soracities]

Adonis, ‘Music’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)

[Text ID: “Nothing, nothing. Emptiness. No way for words to fill it.”]

[soracities]

Moikom Zeqo, ‘Untitled’, I Don’t Believe in Ghosts: Poems from ‘Meduza’ (trans. Wayne Miller)

[alwaysliveagain]