― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
[text ID: I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.]
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Mike Driver
cherry valley forever

Love Begins
Sweet Seals For You, Always
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

blake kathryn
NASA
will byers stan first human second
occasionally subtle
taylor price
almost home
YOU ARE THE REASON

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Sade Olutola
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― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
[text ID: I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.]
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“I’ll go to bed, forget myself in sleep.”
— The Master and Margarita (via neckkiss)
A hidden-message ring, from the 1830s.
I Had a Flashback of Something that Never Existed from “Ode à l'oubli” 2002
Louise Bourgeois
finita–la–commedia:
“Stay longer in me, take roots.”
Vera Pavlova, from “52″ If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems, trans. Steven Seymour ( Alfred A. Knopf, 2010)
Побудь подольше во мне, пусти корни.
“I have died for the smallest things. / Nothing washes off.”
— — Angela Jackson, from “The Love of Travelers,” And All These Roads Be Luminous: Poems Selected and New
Anna Molinari Fall/Winter 1998 Campaign photographed by Ellen Von Unwerth
“What if the only face of desire I recognize is loss?”
— Lara Mimosa Montes, from Thresholes (Coffee House Press, 2020)(via lifeinpoetry)
“I don’t know why the memories grow while I shrink. I don’t remember what I wanted to say. I don’t want to say what I remember.”
— Dunya Mikhail, from ‘Buzz’, The War Works Hard, trans. Elizabeth Winslow (New Directions, 2005)