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letsbelonelytogetherr

— roach-works

mournfulroses

Anaïs Nin, from a novel titled "A Spy in the House of Love," published in 1954

fromdarzaitoleeza

{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

mournfulroses

Naomi Shihab Nye, from You & Yours: Poems; "Stay," originally published in 2005

quotespile

I used to sleep with my books in piles all over my bed and sometimes they were the only thing keeping me warm and always the only thing keeping me alive.

Sherman Alexie, The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven (via quotespile)

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— Paul Guest, from “1987.”

gaysquaredwrites

As Lady Macbeth once said, “don’t be a pussy, it’s just murder,”

lifeinpoetry

I’m feverish with all the knowing. Full.

— Shelley Puhak, from "portrait of the artist as Cassandra," Harbinger

thirdity

Against this cosmic background the lifespan of a particular plant or animal appears, not as drama complete in itself, but only as a brief interlude in a panorama of endless change.

Rachel Carson, Under the Sea Wind (via thirdity)

flowerytale

May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude

[Text ID: Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass.

Let it go.]

quotespile

Please remind them that none of us have all the time we think we have in this troubled but still beautiful world.

Edwidge Danticat, The Art of Death (via quotespile)

furiousgoldfish

People who are starved out of conversation will approach it as if it was sacred, people who are starved out of touch experience any touch given to them as the highest form of intimacy, people starved out of gentleness will react to it as if it’s an invasion, an attempt to break them down, and people starved out of a community will approach it as if it was a minefield.