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What are you up to these days?

Still mostly hiding, but with prettier masks. Hope you are well, anon

I think of all the eyes not meant to see me. When I was five I learnt how to leave my body. Now I seem to have a hard time staying. Sometimes, I get stuck in the hovering.

Sarah DesRosiers-Legault, from “Stuck,” published in Anti-Heroin Chic (via lifeinpoetry)

#back to recover a poem from my drafts #but I'm releasing these out into the wild now #pines

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“What cannot be said will be wept.”

— Sappho, Fragments (ca. early 6th century BC)

“What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak….It was born in the moments when we accumulated silent things within us.”

— Gaston Bachelard, Water and Dreams (1942)

“Words that come from the heart are never spoken, they get caught in the throat and can only be read in ones’s eyes.”

— José Saramago, The Gospel According To Jesus Christ (1991)

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If he truly loves you, he will love you when you are an ocean breeze, but also when you are a summer storm. You were not made to be loved in parts, you were meant to be loved as a whole.

Nikita Gill (via thelovejournals)

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There are two people you’ll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that pique their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.

Unknown (via wordsnquotes)