i was unconscious, it was a dream

[eastvantown]

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[neshamama]

nina simone performs “i wish i knew how it would feel to be free” at the montreux jazz festival, 1976, switzerland

[habaebiti]

[danger]

[danger]

[love]

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

[love]

[emptty13]

[lifeinpoetry]

Are you still alone

in bed? Is it morning yet where you are? The smoke turns to rain as usual. Listen, my love. This year is just a visitor & next year’s

ghost. Take care of it because yes—yes, you do deserve flowers for once in your life. You will be the only one left. So hold my hand & call me

tomorrow. We are all here.

— Michael Wasson, from “Your Shadow Invents You Every Time Light Fails to Pass Through You,” published in Poetry

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “Harvest”, Poems 1962-2012

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“I loved the way she changed before the dark did, the woman inside of her stepping out of her jeans. I loved how she would curl up under the blanket and get smaller like a shirt folding in on herself until she was no larger than the size of her shoulder leaning into mine. I loved how her breathing swelled and came apart with the smell of lilacs from a garden at the end of the street. I loved how her body shook like a wild instrument with all the music inside it.”

— Jason Shinder, from “My Twentieth Century,” The American Poetry Review (vol. 34, no. 6, November/December 2005)

[thefinefriend]

elia

[neckkiss]

Love always hurts.

[xeptum]

pancakes

[seabois]

“In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.”

— C.S. Lewis (via quotemadness)

[thefinefriend]

sharon

[the-book-diaries]

“Talk nonsense, but talk your own nonsense, and I’ll kiss you for it. To go wrong in your own way is better than to go right in someone else’s.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment