I feel, therefore I can be free.
Audre Lorde, from âZami: A New Spelling of my Name,â published c. 1982 (via writemeanna)
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I'd rather be in outer space đž

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trying on a metaphor

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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I feel, therefore I can be free.
Audre Lorde, from âZami: A New Spelling of my Name,â published c. 1982 (via writemeanna)
My hair clustered with flowers was like a box of sweet perfume;
Ambapali, A. L. Bashham, from âMy Body Was Lovely As Polished Gold,â (via writemeanna)
Sunset at Millennium Green in North Hykeham.
Four Adventures of Reinette and Mirabelle (1987) dir. Ăric Rohmer
Appearing like trenches dragged into the earth, sunken lanes, also called hollow-ways or holloways, are centuries-old thoroughfares worn down by the traffic of time. Theyâre one of the few examples of human-made infrastructure still serving its original purpose, although many who walk through holloways donât realize theyâre retracing ancient steps.
- Allison Meier in Atlas Abscura
King And Lionheart | Of Monsters And Men
Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
Moving back to uni tomorrow⊠hereâs a âfarewell to summerâ post from my trip to Shenandoah National Park! đ
She survived whatever happened; she forgave; she became.
W.H. Auden, The Model (via kvtes)
Anne Carson, from Plainwater-Essays and Poetry
Biche craintive | La Belle et la BĂȘte
âMy heartâs a doeâs. A doeâs made for running away.â
â Fady Joudah, from âHorses,â Footnotes in the Order of Disappearance
I pronounce my heart                               an open wound that disobeys
â S. K. Grout, from âCorvus,â to be female is to be interrogated
âI am reading six books at once, the only way of reading; since, as you will agree, one book is only a single unaccompanied note, and to get the full sound, one needs ten others at the same time.â
â Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Volume Three, 1923-1928 (via fontanalib)