"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Mike Driver

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Adonis, from āDesire Moving Through Maps of Matterā, Selected Poems
devilās advocate
āCurse my eyelids for clouding you. Let there be no veil between my spirit and yours, even in slumber. Are you the countless bursting stars before me, or do my eyes dare distract me from the dreams I must follow?ā
ā Noor Shirazie
āI stay inside a lot, I stay up late. I think too much, I walk alone. Cool breeze on my face. Empty streets are peaceful. Maybe Iām sad. Maybe Iām going through changes. Maybe Iām lonely. Maybe Iāve always been this way.ā
ā diehanse (via wnq-writers)
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Hes got a ass
I love that clingy shit, be all over me
im horny but like⦠horny for a successful future full of happiness and satisfaction with the person ive become
I hear the wicked get no rest, but when you do, I hope you dream of me.
āWe operate all the time with language as if it says what we mean. It never does, but you donāt realize the flaccidity of that until you are actually trying to make one thing in one language into another language. Itās like being on the surface with a lot of cracks in it and looking down through the cracks to something like another world down there that you can almost see, almost express, but not quite.ā
ā Anne Carson, in an interview with Eleanor Watchel for Writers & Company
āThe feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the worldās existence. All these half-tones of the soulās consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.ā
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