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Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from The Selected Works; “Memoirs of Martynov,”

i have a bit of an oddly specific prompt, but; something to do with not being ready to grow up? or watching all your friends grow without you?

NO MATTER HOW STILL I STAND THE WORLD JUST KEEPS SPINNING

ocean vuong / sue zhao / harry styles / richard siken / euphoria / inkskinned / sufjan stevens /zhihuie / taylor swift / jenny slate

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Just a reminder that Vincent van Gogh did not eat yellow paint to make himself feel happy, he ate paint, and drank different chemicals because he was suicidal and this is why he was not allowed in his studio while having breakdowns. He also did not paint starry night and his other great works because he was depressed, he painted most of them while he was in recovery and demonstrated his hopefulness and love of the world through this. Most of his great works were painted from his room at a hospital. Van Gogh’s depression should not be glorified. His hope and effort toward a better life, as well as his recovery from depression should be glorified.

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Rati Saxena, ed. by Kate Rogers and Viki Holmes, from Not a Muse: The Inner Lives of Women: A World Poetry Anthology; "Mountain nights"

[Text ID: “Last night / there was a dream / And / In the dream? You / You / You / And / Only you”]

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-Donte Collins, from Calling the Boy Home

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Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"

letsbelonelytogetherr

How do we tell the sea that we are drowning on land?

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Nikos Engonopoulos, from Bolívar, a Greek Poem

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“… I wonder if I will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most.”

— Bao Phi, from “Vocabulary,” Thousand Star Hotel

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[fragments of vincent's letter (363) to theo // the olive trees by vincent van gogh]

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“If I tried to explain, you could never understand: / Explaining would only make a worse misunderstanding; / Explaining would only set me farther away from you.”

T.S. Eliot, from The Complete Poems & Plays; “The Family Reunion,”