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Ask her what she craved, and she’d get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom. -Charles Frazier, Nightwoods

[havingapoemwithyou]

Time, by Zeina Hashem Beck

[bumbumtugboat]

solo beach date

new brunswick, canada

[bumbumtugboat]

this was such a nice day

[lionfloss]

By Kohl Donnelly

[sapphling]

hey dude, idk how much you remember from the party last night but- yeah, everyone saw your want. yeah no it was pretty late and winding down so it was quiet enough that every single person there saw it throbbing and twitching in your chest and so wet with hunger it was glistening under the kitchen light. they said it looked like it was reaching for something

[psikonauti]

Sophie von Hellermann Barn Owl, 2019 Acrylic on canvas

[girlnephew]

[teenagesnuffproducer]

[weltenwellen]

Ellen Bass,  "The Thing Is"

[vesselsofmercy]

All of my youth encapsulated in this song

[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies

[wovi]

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ada limón, after the fire

[expatesque]

“Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor, for the eternal idleness of the imagined return, for rare flutes and bare feet, and the August bedroom of tangled sheets…”

— Derek Walcott, Bleecker Street, Summer (via unmaiden)

[petaltexturedskies]

June, July, August. Every day, we hear their laughter. I think of the painting by van Gogh, the man in the chair. Everything wrong, and nowhere to go. His hands over his eyes.

Mary Oliver, from "August"

[havingapoemwithyou]

and whatever i held inside me by Leila Chatti

[theorangepdf]

book dedications are so tender here is this piece of art i made for an audience of thousands. but really every word is for you

[havingapoemwithyou]

we lived happily during the war by ilya kaminsky

[havingapoemwithyou]

heavy summer rain by Jane Kenyon