I will want to be reborn in poetry again

She /her in search of mystical alarming truths ,XVIII Darkly, chaotically , in the library of academics . Poof .

[lyinginthemoors]

I know what it feels like to be buried in the past, with memories like insects and limbs like liquid ,

I also know revival , is such an inane thing that finding yourself , not your older self , but a new born you , is glorious .

Also this post is for my childhood friend ELORA who left this earth and me , 4 years ago , whose undiluted kindness , glittering gleaming heart in my gallery , still makes me double over with tremors , tears and disbelief that she , who held my hand everyday after school in karate class , we softly grinning , me making her laugh , her being a quite star in this loud universe , I miss you Elora , I miss your heart , your hand in mine , and the friendship that you took with yourself . .

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I read words as light, guiding me through life

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a lot of love and a lot of worry inside me

[biodegrade]

me after a quiet day in: Time for a quiet night in

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Artists need to lay their soul bare for the world to mock

That must be painful

[aseaofquotes]

Simone de Beauvoir, Hard Times

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson

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Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson

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— Clarice Lispector, from “Report on the Thing.”

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— Virginia Woolf, from “Carlyle’s House and Other Sketches.”

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

In films, we are voyeurs, but in novels, we have the experience of being someone else: knowing another person's soul from the inside. No other art form does that. And this is why sometimes, when we put down a book, we find ourselves slightly altered as human beings. Novels change us from within.

— Donna Tartt

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why do people stay longer in my head than they do in my life

[89words]

“I know just how you feel: it was here, and it was beautiful, and now it’s gone.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Edmund Wilson featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay 

[serratedpens]

Dara Yen Elerath, “Against Pink”

[kitmarlowe]

“You feel that pounding in your heart? That tightness in the pit of your stomach? The blood rushing to your head, do you know what that is? That’s adventure. The thrill and the fear and the joy of stepping into the unknown. That’s why we’re all here, and that’s why we’re alive.”

PAUL MCGANN AS THE EIGHTH DOCTOR (1996 & 2013)

[serratedpens]

Barbara Crooker, “Red Amaryllis”

[ur-daily-inspiration]

“We need solitude, because when we’re alone, we’re free from obligations, we don’t need to put on a show, and we can hear our own thoughts.” ― Tamim Ansary ♡