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@noellesasha
i love seeing best friends goofing around in public. i love seeing couples laughing together. i love seeing little kids walking hand in hand with their parents. i love seeing dogs running happily back to their owners. i love seeing closeness and positive relationships, and knowing all that love is out there
Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from Water I Won’t Touch; “My partner wants me to write them a poem about Sheryl Crow”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
'things there are no words for, but should be', tatheve simonyan
One of my favorite things about loving someone or developing a closeness or fondness towards someone is also loving and developing a fondness for the things they care about. When you learn to see the world in a new way, or you learn to appreciate the things you’ve previously overlooked, or they become your excuse to get into an interest you always thought was cool but thought you didn’t have time for. When a connection makes your world bigger and warmer and fuller and more beautiful.
Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Boris Pasternak featured in Letters, Summer 1926
what doesn’t kill you makes you cry on a bright sunny day
It must have hurt, / but I was too afraid of the sky to feel pain.
— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book Three, Bakandamiya
Leila Chatti, from “The Moment When A Feeling Enters,” in Wildness Before Something Sublime
[text ID: I go on living. Deathtouched, changed, but my life arrives again / at yet. It’s May. I wake to it, thick and sweet as honey I’d forgotten.]
Nepenthe Radiant, Aimee Seu
“Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops”
— Charles Bukowski
All the ghost stories were wrong; hauntings were so rarely malicious. The dead only wanted to feel included.
— R. F. Kuang, Katabasis
The Weighing Jane Hirshfield
