Letters from Medea, Salma Deera.
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Letters from Medea, Salma Deera.
“With you, intimacy colors my voice. Even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here’.”
— Warsan Shire (via bexrps)
Henry Scott Tuke, Summer Dreams (1918) / Richard Siken, I Had a Dream About You (2000)
the assassin you sent to kill me didn't even mention you btw
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101 Dalmatians (1961)
Louise Glück
i think its sooo good when bears just have a little sit. when they just sit down on the grass and just hang out that rules
this is what it’s all about folks
“I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.”
This question and its answer from The New York Times work advice column is W I L D.
“How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I am the it-girl of my world
Let's run through the medow and never look back
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Anne Magill.