Katyard

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September approaching…I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can’t face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head.

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Nika Turbina, tr. by Elaine Feinstein, from First Draft: Poems; “When You Drop Your Hair Into Your Hands,”

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“Home isn’t where you’re from, it’s where you find light when all grows dark.”

— Pierce Brown

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“It’s impossible not to remember wild and want it back.”

— Mary Oliver, excerpt of “Green, Green is my Sister’s House”, in A Thousand Mornings

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Victor Octaviano

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coconutandcarrot

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dainty

instagram

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“You wish to give words to unforgettable things.”

— Jorge Luis Borges, tr. by Tony Barnstone, from Selected Poems; “Limits,”

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“I only had one life, and I’d be damned if I’d live it in a way that would make me unhappy and please somebody else. I had already lived that kind of life, too much of it already.”

— Larry Brown, from Big Bad Love (Algonquin Books, 1990)

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“She is the keeper of the soul. She is the soul-maker, the wolf-raiser, the keeper of things wild.”

— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from  “Women who Run with the Wolves,” c. 1992

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forever Young

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😊🐺💖

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“However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest.”

— Marina Tsvetaeva, from ‘Art in the Light of Conscience: Eight Essays on Poetry’  (via deslavandieres)

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Wolf Pups | Evan Kokoska

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