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beer drinking, ruckus causing, professional philosopher Nicole Brooke Gagnon ig: nicolebrookegagnon

[lifeinpoetry]

Think about that when your body longs for my bare back, my long legs, my laughter. Here everything has been stolen, killed, or survives.

— Zeina Hashem Beck, from “Khandaq Mon Amour,” Louder Than Hearts

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Don’t take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.

Don Miguel Ruiz (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[lifeinpoetry]

I want to leave you dirty with the memory of me unable to wash my scent off your skin.

— Ally Ang, from “Durian Girl,” published in Francis House

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I wish I wasn’t smart and cool so I could have a boyfriend that I’m happy about

[crayonboxhearts]

#same

[nevver]

Hamonshū, Wave forms

[mashamorevna]

“I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried. For a year I have called every black tree Marya Morevna; I have looked for your face in the patterns of the ice. In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.” ― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

[lifeinpoetry]

“The snow is beautiful and I want to die. Who could // refuse this softness?”

— Elizabeth Schmuhl, from “#24,” Premonitions

[lifeinpoetry]

I too am sick of the body. I too am sick of being a body, am sick of being sick about my body,

— Meghan Dunn, from “Response, Years Later, to Two Male Poets I Overheard Discussing How Sick They Were of Women’s Poems about the Body,” published in MUSE/A

[lifeinpoetry]

“As a girl, I waited patiently to catch fire, / as if it were something worth wanting.”

— Sally Wen Mao, from “The Guadalupe Slough,” published in The Southeast Review

[purplebuddhaproject]

“You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too.”

— Anaïs Nin (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[lifeinpoetry]

“and all that I was before / is out there in the darkness looking for / me”

— Annelyse Gelman, from “Hassan’s Rumpus Room,” Heck Land: The Resorted Text

[matialonsorphoto]

fire and ice.

more on my instagram @matialonsor

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A. Abbas. Mauritius. Port Louis. Muslim bride’s hand, richly decorated with henna patterns. 1992.

[qhio]

Chloë Sevigny.

Self Service (France) - issue #26, Editorial 7.

[mashamorevna]

“I loved you on this day. I love this memory.”

— Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (via yngl)