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LONGING: The Lesbian Shag Rug Experience by Mars Luxe
on sale 💫
– Rainer Maria Rilke, “Solemn Hour”
Sylvia Plath ― The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’
Mahmoud Darwish, ‘Mural’
Adonis, ‘Desert’
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Nikki Giovanni, from Acolytes: Poems; “Paint Me Like I Am”
Camille Rankine, “Emergency Management”
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me:
I sat here… like an absolute dumbass…
“We read to know we’re not alone.” - William Nicholson, Shadowlands
“My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.”
— Anaïs Nin (via purplebuddhaquotes)
Mulan (1998)
“do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough for the pleasure that fills you, as the sun reaches out, as it warms you as you stand there, empty-handed—”
— Mary Oliver, from The Sun; New & Selected Poems: Volume I, 1992
This is exactly what happens in my brain all the time.
I love people who teach me something new. Expand my mind. Talk to me about the universe. Share your dreams with me. Take me on a mental trip.
“we’re all killers. we’ve all killed parts of ourselves to survive. we’ve all got blood on our hands. something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive.”
— if memories could bleed, if dreams could scream | m.a.w