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maybe the best apology you can give to them is just to leave them the fuck alone the rest of their life
the nostalgia might actually kill me
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I don't think living with this disorder is easy but you do sorta get used to it after a while
Anne Sexton ("The Truth the Dead Know") Charlotte Eriksson (Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself)
What’s up late night folks? Here’s an eerie shot I took down a pitch black road in the middle of the night
Extracting from the original tags: this is an 8 minute exposure — it was indeed pitch black
“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”
— Mikko Harvey, from “For M,” Foundry (no. 9, September 2018)
“It’s a summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world.”
— Frank O’Hara, “Homosexuality”
Ragged Mtn. Reservoir
HOPE YOU’RE WELL. PLEASE DON’T READ THIS.
does it bring you more or less peace? there's the answer
— Paul Guest, from “1987.”
Saw these luvers at the New Orleans Botanical Garden
e.e. cummings, from “in time of daffodils(who know” (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962
[Text ID: “In time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow)”]
Peter Skovgaard (1817-1875)
Forest lake in the moonlight, 1837