Serafina

[academic-vampire]

“She even tried to write a poem about it. She was always trying to write a poem.”

-Raymond Carver, “Cathedral” (1983)

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"How do you spell love?"

"You don't spell....you fell it."

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Sometimes the grass is greene because it is fake.

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“He cries, ‘Tell me, tell me what you feel.’ And I cannot. There is blood in my eyes, in my head. Words are drowned.”

Anaïs Nin, from “Henry and June .”

[flowerytale]

Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay

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[letsbelonelytogetherr]

- f.k.q

[wedarkacademia]

Andrea Gibson

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Gustav Klimt (Austrian, 1862-1918) Love, 1895

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“I worry that my friends will misunderstand my silence as a lack of love, or interest, instead of a tent city built for my own mind.”

Tarfia Faizullah, from "Poem Full of Worry Ending with My Birth," published in Poem-a-Day

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“I worry I can no longer pretend enough to get through another year of pretending”

Tarfia Faizullah, from "Poem Full of Worry Ending with My Birth," published in Poem-a-Day

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

[petaltexturedskies]

Anton Chekhov, "after the theatre"

[flowerytale]

Ada Limón, from “Sometimes I Think My Body Leaves a Shape in the Air”, The Carrying: Poems

[dragons-for-the-win-deactivated]

I find so much comfort in thunderstorms.

It's like reuniting with an old friend after a long time.

It's like eating a warm cookie with a comfy sweater on Christmas.

It's like reading once again that book that made you fall in love with reading.

It's home.