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Mending Rune of the Death-Prince, Elden Ring
— ingstivia
Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "August," featured in White Pine: Poems & Prose Poems
— Mary Oliver
— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
“In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhớ. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Con nhớ mẹ không? / flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?
— I miss you more than I remember you.”
Edgar Allan Poe, from a letter to Mrs. Maria Clemm, July 1849
Kate Chopin, from The Awakening
“If someone asked me “What are the signs of love?” I would have said without hesitation, It’s the familiarity and the removal of cost, And to find yourself not having to lie, and the embarrassment removed between you two, and see yourself acting in your nature without trying to be something else so she likes you, And that you two keep silent and the silence gets delicious, And that one of you two talk and listening gets delicious.”
— Mustafa Mahmoud
Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus
[Text ID: “I would have preferred if you had loved me less and understood me more.”]
The Bakersfield Californian, California, July 25, 1925
it’s both comforting and heartbreaking that over time you will slowly forget the little details of someone you once loved so deeply until their memory is just a hazy blur like a dream you once had and can’t quite remember anymore
Athena Nassar, from "Love Is Not Always Song, but the Swelling"
Paul Jenkins (American, 1923-2012), Phenomena Silver Shelf, 1975. Oil on canvas, 127 × 183 cm.
an angel that’s an animal
sometimes i think adulthood just means constantly searching for and chasing that joy you so effortlessly felt during your childhood
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