“Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.”
— W.S. Merwin, from “Separation,” The Moving Target (Macmillan Pub Co, 1963)
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“Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.”
— W.S. Merwin, from “Separation,” The Moving Target (Macmillan Pub Co, 1963)
Mary Oliver, from "Evidence", Devotions
Enough things have happened. No more things for a while. Thank you.
Welcome Back Disneyland by Steven Thompson
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
“I found love in your laugh”
— Six word story Chiamaka Nwadike (via radicalpisces)
I am dead serious when I say that reminding myself that Hannah exists when I’m feeling really horrible about the state of humanity makes things better for me.
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i logged back onto tumblr, searched my URL in tags, and this is what i see. i love you!
♧ Where is the sunny afternoon? ♡
hi! i'm sorry to bother you, but do you know what happened to brooke (littlelatte)? she's gone and i never saw her mention deleting and want to make sure she's okay. thank you ♥
I think it took me two years to answer this!
My dear friend littlelatte is back on Tumblr -- her account is @moreeofalark!
1980 Disneyland Shopping Bag
“…your dream has autumn eyes.”
— Hilde Domin, from ‘Autumn Eyes’ (trans. Meg Taylor and Elke Heckel)
Virginia Woolf, The Years
it is midnight now, but warm, but persistent, i see an old nightmare scratching at the door, see the pool of wetness beneath my legs.
deception looks like the screeching crow: fashioning nests under storm clouds. sounding of sky and star.
how heartache settles on one’s chest. how it tastes like raspberry, lake water, hot coffee: ripe and soiled, sour sore perfect, wild and gone.
favorite color “purple like the jacaranda flower” i was glad when you were near.
Disneyland’s grand opening, as reported by Popular Science in August 1955.