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…and I’m disgusted with dreams now — I want real things — live people to take hold of — to see — and to talk to — Music that makes holes in the sky —
Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Anita Pollitzer, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters (via luthienne)
You don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun. And anyway it’s the same old story— a few people just trying, one way or another, to survive. Mostly, I want to be kind.
Mary Oliver, from New and Selected Poems (via wethinkwedream)
I want to look back and say that I was alive. That I didn’t turn my back. That I tried. That I was happy.
Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (via wethinkwedream)
–Robert Pinsky
on a saturday.
nashville, tennessee
emily blincoe
february 2017
Colum McCann, Letters to a Young Writer
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If nothing saves us from death, may love at least save us from life.
Pablo Neruda (via wethinkwedream)
I’d like to sit with the world not in it watch everything just roll its way on by trepidation before a storm what is it to be held here arms widened to the sky? I am sinking my teeth into moist air the light is fading out I am here I am not watching this is real I think? head humming in circles silence silence silence the cool breath of night. I am here.
Lucy Joy / I am drunk, my life is unfolding
You are the warm night your hands crease over my smallest lines it is spring time in the belly of our love geraniums grow out of the blank spaces the warm drops of rain land heavy in our palms you catch them all in your eyes the earth blooms mist rises from wet grass Let me lay in the spring forever.
Lucy Joy
