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And send me every poem you write and every word you wish to write and I will read it all and read it well and know that you send it to me and forgive you and adore you and understand you.

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters ⁠— Philip Legler, 28th April 1966

soracities

Octavio Paz, ‘The House of Glances’ (selected lines), A Tree Within (trans. Eliot Weinberger)

letsbelonelytogetherr

as simple as that

tristamateer

zeppelin-rules

Vintage Lamp from Spencer's Gifts

meanwhilepoetry

I try to stop thinking of you and then I try not to die of the yearning. I make myself tea and imagine what your hands are doing right now. I water the roses and picture your smile blooming. It is so loud, this naked want. All teeth and ache and embarrassing, embarrassing reckless desire. The animal panic in my chest as I try to convince my heart that it does not need you to beat. The way my traitorous heart laughs in my face as it sings it does, it does, it does.

Nikita Gill, The Yearning Grows Too Loud

meanwhilepoetry

I had the dream again, the one where I am standing in the mist asking you to love me despite the ruins of both our childhoods. You tell me the story, the one you love, about the two wolves sharing prey after a forest fire and how even in chaos, hunger is the only thing that can be named. We are all seeking what can sate us in the end. But we devoured each other without consideration for what comes after. Your brutality with the truth. My gnawing ache for vengeance. Our ruined childhoods. Our story always had too many fangs. Tell me, is it too late for us to know each other again? And if it is, why do your wounds still howl with the precise cadence as mine? Why does my heart know your heart's yearning like its own heartbeat?

-Nikita Gill, Chaos Story

drunkwhenimadethis

"Angels can fly because they can take themselves lightly. ...Seriousness is not a virtue. It would be a heresy, but a much more sensible heresy, to say that seriousness is a vice. It is really a natural trend or lapse into taking one's self gravely, because it is the easiest thing to do. ...For solemnity flows out of men naturally; but laughter is a leap. It is easy to be heavy: hard to be light. Satan fell by the force of gravity."

G.K. Chesterton

drunkwhenimadethis

Heard this in a lecture by David R. Hawkins: "How you contextualize your life then is how you present yourself to the world and that's what you are to the world. The universe responds in like. When you are thus to the world, the world is thus to thee, and you walk safely through the hail of bullets and if one's meant for you, so? If you come out the other side then there wasn't one meant for you. That is the way it goes. That's complete surrender, is it not? The past is eliminated by the realization that a decent regret is all that's necessary. You can stop ruminating and trying to rewrite the past. Have a decent regret about it and let it go. I don't want to hear other people's chain's dragging. They wallow in the past because their ego is sucking the juice out of it."