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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@oleanderbones
“I am so busy. I am practicing my new hobby of watching me become someone else. There is so much violence in reconstruction. Every minute is grisly, but I have to participate. I am building what I cannot break.”
— Jennifer Willoughby, from “The Sun is Still a Part of Me” in Beautiful Zero
booty shorts that say "for ritual purposes" on them
two girls dancing on the beach
“Cry cry scream cry scream break the planet body body break the planet”
— — Cheryl Boyce-Taylor, from “April 4, 2016,” Mama Phife Represents
“There are some feelings you will never find words for; you will learn to name them after the ones who gave them to you.”
— Maza-Doht (via apoetreflects)
Happy Together (1997)
“Turns out that lonely people are all the same.”
“All afternoon we sit and become lovers, [your] hand in mine like a bird’s delicate wing. Everywhere the sparrows go down to the river for the sweet tears of communion. Soon, in the yellow last light, we will begin again to speak of that light in the house that is not ours, that is only what we come to out of the fields in the slow-plunging knowledge of words trying to find a way home.”
— Dave Smith, from “August, on the Rented Farm,” Floating in Solitude: Three Volumes of Poetry (University of Illinois Press, 1996)
Adonis, “Transformations of the Lover”, The Pages of Day and Night (trans. Samuel Hazo)
[Text ID: “In bed or on the ground itself we planted saplings of the flesh. We hid in conversation long enough to make a new epiphany.”]
Angel Oak - Charleston, USA
Marta Bevacqua
Nara Park in Nara, Japan, is home to over 1,200 wild sika deer. A video captured by Japanese photographer Kazuki Ikeda shows a herd of the deer relaxing by the park’s cherry blossom trees.
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Édouard Boubat. Sweden, 1967.
Joanna Klink, from The Nightfields
Come back and make up a goodbye at least. Let’s pretend we had one.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. And what did I see I had not seen before? Only a question less or a question more; Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Wild Swans” (via proustitute)
