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anecdotal evidence about the human heart | tani; she/her

[dustisus]

the trifecta

[luthienne]

Franz Wright, from Walking to Martha’s Vineyard; “Flight”

[Text ID: star-far from the person right next to me, but / closer to me than my bones you / you are there]

[that-one-idiot-11]

whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls

[fortuneaday]

[littlemissihaveaquestion]

Reminder that spring will always come back, music will never stop being created, and there are still so many books left to read! You’re alive! You’re alive! You’re alive!

[lightlimes-deactivated20180921]

pictures where the sea and sky are no longer distinguishable

[curly-croissant]

If I may contribute

[flowerytale]

[11990904]

[petaltexturedskies]

Years will pass, and you will have visitings of despair and yet be tortured by hope.

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

[academic-vampire]

𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤

[dugoutfromthedregs]

I pray that, for you, art is always the still-beating heart in the diseased cardiovascular system called a bad day.

[mournfulroses]

Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed

[lifeinpoetry]

“It is August: the true ending of a year. I’ve grown sick from trying to love who I am.”

— Carlie Hoffman, from “High Bridge Park,” published in Gulf Stream

[swordronan]

whatever you say beautiful

[havingapoemwithyou]

Provision by W.S. Merwin

[fivendandelions]

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005) — dr. Joe Wright

[alongtimealone2]

Cressida Campbell, “Gingko”, 2017, Woodblock (watercolour paint on incised plywood), 81 x 60 cm