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"i knew the real was yonder and the darkened dream of it was here..."

[weltenwellen]

Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay”, Glass, Irony, and God

[weltenwellen]

Claudia Rankine, “Some years there exists a wanting to escape…”, Citizen: An American Lyric

[dappermouth]

a few minutes ago, at exactly midnight, i heard soft distant honking and looked out the cracked window to see a group of trumpeter swans flying low over the fields, huge and white and unearthly, their shadows flung crisp-black onto glittering snow by the moonlight, and then they were gone and a moment later their voices were gone too and in the wake of them was a sort of loneliness that is hard to quite get words around

[softp3ach]

Cloud and Sephiroth

[16woodsequ]

Opening an old wip and finding it with more words than you were expecting is the writer equivalent of putting on an old pair of pants and finding 5 dollars in the pocket.

[sproutlett]

forgive yourself again and again and again and again and again

[typewriter-worries]

love letters, victoria chang

[lifeinpoetry]

Sometimes, I cry so hard I can feel it in my ribs. / I feel like the real me is backed into a corner inside me

— Ama Asantewa Diaka, from "Saturday Evening WhatsApp Message," Woman, Eat Me Whole

[yilingdadepre2026]

Happy birthday to the most perfect character in the world Wei Wuxian ♥️👏🎊

[hobismorning-deactivated2025010]

[crimson-chains]

Really love how the colors turned out with this one! :D Reds reds reds ^^ Love these two so much <3

[shisasan]

𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙽𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚣𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚜 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚉𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 [𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟾𝟾𝟹]

[shisasan]

𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙽𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚣𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚜 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚉𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 [𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟾𝟾𝟹]

[lifeinpoetry]

“I don’t want to set things on fire anymore. / That’s all. That’s all.”

— Darshana Suresh, from “Birds on a Power Line,” Howling at the Moon

[lifeinpoetry]

“I want him to suffer as I have suffered. I think I could fit the sky inside the hole he made in me.”

— Nicola Maye Goldberg, from “A Woman Surveys a Treacherous Mountain Pass,” published in Nailed Magazine

[lifeinpoetry]

When we speak, no wonder: it can feel like everything shatters. // We can become the point from which things cannot be reassembled.

— Sara Ahmed, from Living a Feminist Life (via lifeinpoetry)

[joliepoupee-deactivated20220202]

“I have a taste for what is ardent and intense,”

— Anna de Noailles, tr. by Sebastian Hayes, from “My Very Own Life-Force,”

[sougu]

“I’m Yue, The Judge. Final Judgment belongs to me!” 

[mrakobaby]

mad dog

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