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[havingapoemwithyou]

it is March by Victoria Chang

[tylerjoseph]

tokyo dreams 💭 // ig

[watchoutforintellect]

Langston Hughes, from ‘Tired’ featured in Selected Poems

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“October is a thick and hollow bone. There are cracks down the length of it. There is ache when it rains.”

Dear Would-be Wife, Gala Mukomolova

[soracities]

Walt Whitman, “Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking”, Leaves of Grass

[Text ID: “O madly the sea pushes upon the land, With love, with love.”]

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf ― To the Lighthouse

[sadladypoetssociety]

anne carson, decreation

[darlingvita]

“I love you with all my bruised heart.”

— Violet Trefusis in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, c. October 1918

[megairea]

“This night, the tree of pain, vaster than you or me, lets go of a few pale leaves that fall upon your hair;”

— Faiz Ahmad Faiz, from Prison Meeting (tr. by Naomi Lazard)  

[starrywisdomsect]

Edward Gorey’s Fantod Pack was first published in 1995. It is a 20 card tarot deck featuring a guide to interpreting the cards by Madame Groeda Weyrd.

“Now that you have learned of all the dreadful things that have overtaken your friends and relations during the past year as scribbled on the inside of their Christmas cards, don’t you want to know what dreadful things lie in wait for you?”

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Louise Glück

[sunsounds]

[text ID: I walked out of the fire alive; / how can that be? end ID]

[klassizismus]

Detail: Portrait of a Woman, probably Maria Schuurman, Anonymous c. 1599-1600

[crazy4dragons]

When I was in college, one of my professors said, “We write because we don’t feel like we belong in this world, and want to create a place for ourselves on paper” and honestly I’ve never heard something so relatable since I took that class

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Léa Seydoux in La Belle et la Bête (2014)

[lhzthepoet]

“After screaming, [Cassandra] calls out the name of Apollo sixth times, then again a seventh time, but the seventh time, by shifting the inflexion of the name slightly, she shows its etymology. Apollo’s name is cognate with the Greek verb apollesthai, “to destroy utterly, kill, slay, demolish, lay waste.” By crying out “Apollon emos”, Cassandra can designate the god as “my Apollo” and “my destroyer” at the same time in the same words.”

— Anne Carson, excerpt of Cassandra Float Can, from Float (via mythaelogy)

[shirtykawa]

Six Of Crows : Leigh Bardugo