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17 :] he/him 👑 intj ☆ self proclaimed philosophical poet ☆

[princekeats]

"In their most sophisticated moments, religions accept the debt that goodness, faith and sweetness owe to their opposites."

[Alain be Botton; Religion for Atheists]

[princekeats]

"As victims of hurt, we frequently don't bring up what ails us, because so many wounds look absurd in the light of day."

[Alain de Botton]

[darktalewhisperer]

You smiled, and just like that I knew I'd spend the rest of my life trying to write something as enchanting as you.

Excerpts From The Letters He Writes Me

[apoemaday]

Innocent Despair

by Jadal Al-Qasem

When separate from you my blood will ache. An unknown part of me will ache and I’ll try to kill it. Or grab it. The cell that misses you will throb in me, and I won’t be able to spot it, it changes position often, drags out the game, hurts my senses. My eyesight will worsen, my auditory range will dwindle, and my nose, a hunting dog’s, will search for your smell. Whenever air touches my skin, a fiend will pierce my body and flee. My memory will hurt and eat my head, and my head will vanish but not die. My ache will regenerate my head. I’ll grow sad, an invisible feeling, a ruin, an infinite overflow of dread. And the angry universe will collect itself in a corner of my life to ask me: What have you done with the scale of love? How did you waste openness on detail? The answer will hurt me as will silence. Burning, I’ll go to my death and demand my right to a nap.

[moonyslake]

i believe that there’s a scale of “cool, eccentric, dark academia humanities teacher” and it goes from john keating to julian morrow.

[dionyrtal]

I created this character simply to say "Let there be yearning".

[Over 40K words written for the first draft, challenging myself to finish this draft tomorrow.]

[typewriter-worries]

What will survive of us is love

If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho, Anne Carson | A modern artist's recreation of prehistoric hand stencils found in caves | In Love With You, Kenneth Koch | The Lovers of Valdaro | War of the Foxes,  Richard Siken | The Kiss [Paolo and Francesca], Auguste Rodin | The Expatriates, Anne Sexton

[jondrettegirls]

[ID: A page of a play. It reads as follows, "Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. / Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. / Theseus: Stain them, I don't care." End text.]

Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)

[peacefulandcozy]

Instagram credit: meshariver

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “Marathon”, Poems 1962 - 2012

[jodiefoster]

Joyce Appleby 

Susan Griffin 

James Baldwin 

Sarah Maza 

Tennessee Williams 

(x)

[carpethedamndiem]

Eventually everything connects.

[nevershootamockingbird]

[ begin id: a digital painting showing three hands all reaching towards a single star / end id ]

[moonstoast]

If my body could sprak; "eat" by blythe baird // ocean voung // pinterest // ? // @ibvyache // holly warburton // @star-eaters @antidecay // @chenchenwrites on twitter // domenico fiasella // hum, hum by mary oliver

[tulipsofthemorning]

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched. ]

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: I am doing my best to not become a museum / of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out. ]

[autumneverleigh]

idk i just wanna sit in a dark library at night in the candlelight wearing an oversized sweater and exchange glances over my book to my lover while the rain pours outside and feel at peace with the world

[anthropologyofwater-deactivated]

— excerpt from “landscape with a blur of conquerors” by richard siken

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: It should be enough. To make something / beautiful should be enough. It isn’t. It should be. ]