my review on life so far:
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my review on life so far:
★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆
Come live in my heart and pay no rent.
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; 'Guilty of Dust'”, published c. 2017.
Don‘t stress over someone who won’t even text to see if you’re alright
maybe the word “FOREVER“ was meant for memories not people
Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
Text ID: And I'll always have regrets for everything I do, everything I've gained, everything I've lost, good and bad,
Margaret Atwood, True Stories; from ‘Trainride, Vienna-Bonn’
Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
Text ID: I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say I’ve always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness I’ve always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it’s so like me.
Ada Limón, from “The Hurting Kind,” in The Hurting Kind
[text ID: Before my grandfather died, I asked him what sort / of horse he had growing up. He said, / Just a horse. My horse, with such a tenderness it / rubbed the bones in the ribs all wrong. / I have always been too sensitive, a weeper / from a long line of weepers. / I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.]
haruko/love poems: 12:01 am for haruko, june jordan
Anne Sexton, from The Collected Poems; “The Black Art”
i want a soft kind of love. i’m too worn out for anything else