Missing you is unraveling me.
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Missing you is unraveling me.
by Pallas Athena
Always missing her (the brooklyn botanic garden in summer)
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Abandoned church, North Carolina
“Sometimes my heart feels too big for my body so I try to throw it away Or give it away […] When I say I love you, what I mean is today my world exploded into a million shards of granite and there you were, beaming There you were refracting the sun into a perfect star”
— William James, from “[I’m done trying to make sense],” The Shore (no. 12, Winter 2021)
Cute Cottage England
“Orchids are sprouting from the floorboards. Orchids are gushing out from the faucets.”
— Kaveh Akbar, from Calling a Wolf a Wolf; Orchids are sprouting from the floorboards. (via xshayarsha)
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George Seferis, from "Mythistorema" featured in "George Seferis: Collected Poems"
“You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy.”
— Pablo Neruda, from “I Like for You to Be Still”, published in “Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair”
Château de Montimer, France (by Denis)
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“We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.”
― Louise Glück
I miss you when my eyes are open, and even when they’re not.
I’m glad the rain is coming down hard. It’s the way I feel inside.
Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath: Volume I: 1940-1956 — Aurelia Schober Plath, 26th November 1950
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