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Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
by chasingtheshiftinglight
Summernight in the swedish countryside.
Cy Twombly’s desk (Photo by David Seidner from Artists at Work)
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Oceanshades | By Frederick Judd Waugh (1861-1940)
Being scared to ask for what you need is a trauma response.
There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.
Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
Mary Oliver
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
do you ever sabotage your own free time? like wtf is that about? i want to play this game or read or do something specific but instead i will just stare out the window or scroll mindlessly???
if i was in a jane austen novel i would be the one sent to the seaside for my health
𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
Euripides, tr. by Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides