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pinky promises

[dunhilll]

🎧 .

[wordscanbeenough]

“I am living / at the center / of a wound still fresh”

— Octavio Paz, from “Dawn”, The Collected Poems of Octavio Paz, 1957-1987

[ahuntersheart]

If you tuck the name of a loved one  under your tongue too long  without speaking it  it becomes blood

-Naomi Shihab Nye, from “Hidden”

[lifeinpoetry]

“Would you / put my whole, wounded body in your own, if I asked you?”

— — Bianca Stone, from “Psychodynamic Motivational Speech,” What Is Otherwise Infinite

[haageer]

[haloshard]

“I remember then how once you turned my hands over and over as though you’d lost something there.”

— M’Bilia Meekers, excerpt from “Louis Congo in Love”

[podencos]

So much of love is simply feeling protected

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Don’t be afraid anymore. Not of anyone. Not of anything. Nothing. Ever again. Listen to me: not ever again.”

— Marguerite Duras, from The North China Lover: A Novel

[enfranchisement]

via luciazolea on Instagram

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[grmln]

“My quiet love was yours from the beginning. I call my ankles by your name. When mother dipped me in the river, she was introducing us.”

— CAITLYN SIEHL, ACHILLES TO PATROCLUS

[yokabibigidiniz]

[lifeinpoetry]

“I was like someone dying of thirst who hasn’t the strength left to drink. That’s how thirsty I was for love.”

— Hélène Cixous, from Angst

[jessaerys]

father figure with benefits

[weltenwellen]

“You are thirst and thirst is all I know. You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky, The hottest blue.”

— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, from “To the Desert”

[a-carpediem]