WALTZ FOR THE SOULDOGS

She looked through all my layers, and all my sins looked back at her. Now they follow her 'til the end of time.

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Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993

[herssouldog]

... 🌀🌀🌀

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Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust, 1880-1903

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[brokenheart14]

How can some love you so much and not love you at the same time.

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[pr0ceeding]

— Linda Pastan, from Waiting for My Life: Poems; "What We Want"

[the-most-humble-blog]

The Dead Charger Cord You don’t throw it out. Because some part of you hopes it’ll work again. Like everything else you couldn’t fix.

[the-most-humble-blog]

The Storage Box There’s a box in your closet. You don’t open it. You don’t move it. You don’t even look at it. Because you already know what’s inside. Photos. Letters. Souvenirs of a life that feels like it belonged to someone else. You tell yourself you’ll go through it someday. Sort it. Burn it. Save it. But you don’t. Because the box is heavier shut than it would ever be open. It’s not cardboard anymore. It’s lead. It’s grief. It’s everything you were too weak to throw away and too fragile to face. And every day you don’t open it, the box grows stronger. Every day you walk past it, it learns to hum louder. One day you’ll open it. One day it will break you. And you already know you won’t be ready.

[ruhaniya]

[ruhaniya]

I could be anything in the world but I wanted to be yours.

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