itās just me and my beautiful brown eyes
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Claire Keane
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we're not kids anymore.
Jules of Nature
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@overdied
itās just me and my beautiful brown eyes
Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from The Most Foreign Country; āI amā¦ā
[Text ID: āmy wings? / two rotting petalsā]
It's medieval girl winter.
Louise Glück, Gretel in Darkness, from The House on Marshland (1975)
The Penitent Saint Mary Magdalene, late 16thāearly 17th century, terracotta with remains of gesso and gilding, 20 7/8 in. (53 cm)
Frank Bidart, āTo the Deadā, Half-Light: Collected Poems, 1965-2016
[Text ID: āThe love Iāve known is the love of two people staring
not at each other, but in the same direction.ā]
having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer
to love and be loved is to rest
virginia woolf's 1931 new years resolutions : "to have none. not to be tied. to be free & kindly with myself. sometimes to read, sometimes not to read. to go out, yesābut stay at home in spite of being asked. as for clothes, i think to buy good ones."
guys i am fucking crying i got an old copy of pilgrims progress from a used booksale and i just opened it and there's a handwritten dedication to a girl from her grandfather from christmas 1888 and she put a little fucking drawing in the back and im sitting on my bed losing my fucking mind over a hundred years ago a grandpa gave this book to "miss maggie" and she loved it and it's lasted a century and im holding it right now
i showed the book to my mom when she came home from a trip and she reminded me that in little women (1868) each of the march sisters got a copy of pilgrimās progress under their pillow for christmas there is a high, high, HIGH chance that this little girl was a huge fan of little women and talked to her grandfather about it and he got her a classic book just like her 1880s blorbos i am flailing on the ground humanity is so special
in the club demure and pious
Eden Robinson, āWriting Prompts for the Broken-heartedā
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You can put your strength down. Iām sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You donāt need to say anything.
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D.W. Winnicott
āItās not ānaturalā to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say littleāhave few verbal means. Eloquenceāthinking in wordsāis a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality.ā
ā Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh (via the-book-diaries)
etymology of the word "gauze"