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"I might get a concussion. How many real life ones you've had? Six."
— Nelly Sachs, from “The Seeker.”
— Clarice Lispector, from Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector
Natalie Díaz, from “Isn't the Air Also a Body, Moving?”, Postcolonial Love Poem
~ Courtney Peppernell
oh wow
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, from letters to Natalie Paley
[text ID: Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence.]
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
[ Text ID: I am doing my best to not become a museum / of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out. ]
trust it
“I am a child with an old soul. I see magic in everything. But at the same time , everything tires me because I feel everything so very deeply.”
–Juansendizon
— Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963”
— Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Stanley Pennell
“You can say anything and I will not abandon you.”
~To the daydreamers~
To dream–to dream has been the business of my life.
–Edgar Allan Poe
I still hide you
in my poetry
"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."
– Kait Rokowski
“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling”
—Oscar Wilde