Origami Around
Show & Tell
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
i don't do bad sauce passes
Monterey Bay Aquarium
ellievsbear
we're not kids anymore.
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Mike Driver
hello vonnie
AnasAbdin
Xuebing Du
Kaledo Art
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
occasionally subtle
Claire Keane
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RMH
Sade Olutola
pixel skylines
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@elysianightt
oh no, universe, please. don't let me want things again, i can't withstand it. something in me is undulating, restless. i have so many beautiful things and beautiful friends and all my needs are met. and still, this ache - when i get back and go to bed, she stirs in me again. not quite, she says, keep looking. you're not home yet.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, from a piece featured in his book titled "A Sense of Life,"
Claudia Rankine, from her book titled Don't Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric
Sylvia Plath, from a letter featured in The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. 1: 1940-1956
Emily Brontë, from "Wuthering Heights," originally published in 1847
Maria Polydouri, translated by Manolis Aligizakis, from “Near You,”
Federico García Lorca, from a letter to María del Reposo Urquía, featured in The Selected Letters
— Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin (Vol. 1: 1931-1934) (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
— virginia woolf , carlyle's house and other sketches (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
exactly
painting this on the ceiling above my bed so it's the first thing i see upon waking in the morning and the last thing i see before falling asleep at night
Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen
"I still feel that poetry is not medicine — it's an X-ray. It helps you see the wound and understand it. We all feel alienated because of this continuous violence in the world. We feel alone, but we feel also together. So we resort to poetry as a possibility for survival. However, to say I survived is not so final as to say, for example, I'm alive. We wake up to find that the war survived with us."
Dunya Mikhail, Revisiting Iraq Through The Eyes Of An Exiled Poet
— jessica therese, from ‘a different kind of heartbreak’ (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
April, 1932 The diary of Anaïs Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]
April 28, 1966 Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters First published: 1977
