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to be understood is possibly the greatest form of intimacy.
“It’s like waking up to sunlight everyday” — this is how my love makes me feel too
Cy Twombly. Pan II, 1980, mixed media | Untitled, 1982, mixed media
anthony bourdain: parts unknown episode 8 - congo
Ilya Kaminsky on the question of poetry as political witness and resistance from “Still Dancing: An Interview With Ilya Kaminsky (Garth Greenwell, Poets & Writers March/April 2019)
when margaret atwood said “the desire to be loved is the last illusion. give it up and you will be free”
— Mary Oliver, Entering the Kingdom
Heather Havrilesky, Haunted Womanhood
Franz Wright, from God's Silence; "East Boston, 1996"
[Text ID: Walking home, for a moment / you almost believe you could start again. / And an intense love rushes to your heart, / and hope. It's unendurable, unendurable.]
“I thought I understood your longing—it looked so much like mine.”
— Rebecca Lindenberg, excerpt of “Love, An Index”, from Love, An Index
Nora Kogan
i’ve become this soft and gentle woman. i embrace my emotions, i cry whenever i need to, i forgive myself for certain experiences and move on with love. i just love the space of being soft and gentle. this version of me is beautiful.
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance