I wish I wrote this

[dopelines-blog]

Imagine a world where women sat down for each other instead of for sweet cakes

Annie Mcray

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"I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary."

Margaret Atwood

[ruralcity-blog]

many of the things the words were about no longer exist the noun for standing in mist by a haunted tree the verb for I the children will not repeat the phrases their parents speak somebody has persuaded them that it is better to say everything differently so that they can be admired somewhere farther and farther away

from Losing a Language by WS Merwin  (via ruralcity)

[dopelines-blog]

Statues: it seems the more I search the world for differences the more I find it all the same. Perhaps the Buddha was a jaded traveler too when he said we are all one.

Chris Abani

[dopelines-blog]

Do you go crazy a couple of times a day fighting the inner voices that make your poetry good but your mind go bad?

Lori Ash

[ruralcity-blog]

It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled during the daytime, but at night it is another thing.

Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via ruralcity)

[dopelines-blog]

Suddenly I realized that I was in a place where all they play is house music, but can’t really say I felt at home in the barely audible, barely recognizable zone between having a good time and simply wasting it.

Alysia Harris

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I am whatever I am when I am it Loving whoever you are when the stars shine And whoever you’ll be when the sun rises

Andrea Gibson

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And gender is just one of the ways we’re boxed and labeled Before we’re ever able to speak who we dream we are

andrea gibson

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Maybe I need you the way that big moon needs that open sea Maybe I didn’t even know was here ‘til I saw you holding me

[dopelines-blog]

the children will not repeat the phrases their parents speak somebody has persuaded them that it is better to say everything differently so that they can be admired somewhere farther and farther away where nothing that is here is known we have little to say to each other we are wrong and dark in the eyes of the new owners

Losing a language by W.S Merwin

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To love a woman more than oneself was a socially acceptable way for a woman to be insane

Demetria Martinez  

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I fled the world, went inside, ceased to feel You could say I fell asleep. There was no mystery to it, Quite simply it was easier to sleep And pretend to be awake Than to stay awake and pretend to be strong.

Demetria Martinez  

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She sleeps And her sleep becomes the river I build my house beside

Li-Young Lee

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For so many years I answered to a name, and I can’t say who answered

Li-Young Lee