rabbit horror

SIDEBLOG FOR LAPINECIDE.

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i’m such a “no no, it’s okay” person.

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Long deaths ago, your heart.

Dorothy Livesay, from Lorca (via megairea)

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What’s love if not waiting to be seen?

Camille Norton, from Night Swimming; Corruption: Poems, 2005 (via megairea)

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“It is lonesome, yes. Nevertheless, live. Conduct your blooming in the noise and whip of the whirlwind.”

— Gwendolyn Brooks, from “The Second Sermon on the Warpland,” (edited)

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“From her lips nectar, milk and honey flow.”

— Juana Inés de la Cruz, tr. by Octavio Paz, written c. “Christmas Hymn,”

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…but silence too is eloquent.

Philip Larkin, from Since The Majority Of Me (via angoasa)

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…the desolation of survival.

Denise Levertov, from Breathing the Water; “During A Son’s Dangerous Illness,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“April / Is full of whispers, full of sighs,”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “Song Of A Second April,” (edited)

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When I speak my own voice shocks me.

Anne Sexton, from Letter Written During A January Northeaster (via violentwavesofemotion)

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She says: I gave my tongue to love and this makes it hard to speak She says: When my life depended on one of two opposite terms I dared mix beauty with courage they were my lovers together they were tortured.

Adrienne Rich, from Terza Rima: Fox: Poems 1998-2000 (via violentwavesofemotion)