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[petaltexturedskies]

Mary Oliver, from "The Roses"

[shisasan]

This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer’s last stand.

Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

[archbudzar]

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[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— v, excerpts from a book i’ll never write #2 (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[mournfulroses]

Lidia Yuknavitch, from Reading the Waves: A Memoir published in 2025

[nixscriptum]

the lover’s almanac : part one.

[nixscriptum]

[hanafarook]

- Hanafarook

[wordedarchive]

All things seem possible in May.

Edwin Way Teale via wordedarchive

[darkpoetrynprose]

“At last came the golden month of the wild folk-- honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.” 

― Samuel Scoville Jr., Wild Folk

[wordedarchive]

[darkpoetrynprose]

“May, more than any other month of the year, wants us to feel most alive.”

— Fennel Hudson

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Clarice Lispector: A Sincere Friendship

[antleredheretic-deactivated2025]

Life is beautiful, but you don’t have a clue

[nixscriptum]

[metamorphesque]

"Beautiful Losers", Leonard Cohen