WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME?

[asoftwrongness]

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[tallahasseemp3]

"Can the absence of words tell a story? Like a pattern in lace, the holes as important as the threads?"

Eden Robins, Remember You Will Die

[elizabethsinclair]

elizabeth s.

[approachingperfection1984]

[dogwoodbite]

[TEXT: Poem "I'm Sorry I'm Running Late I'll Be There in a Few Minutes" by Nora Rose Tomas.

"the subway door closed / on my leg last night and / now I have this huge bruise / down my thigh probably / five or six inches purple / and red the girl I'm sleeping / with keeps sending me pictures / of this white pigeon / she says she thinks the pigeon / is following her and she gets upset / when I say it is probably a different bird / each time

I understand that feeling though / like something is narrowing in on you / going through the day as if you have just / escaped tragedy / it is temping to imagine / a universe that / is putting in the effort to haunt you"

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[pup-purgatory]

[pup-purgatory]

via

[weltenwellen]

Alex Dimitrov, “Poem Written in a Cab”, Love and Other Poems

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 3. (1923-1927)

[exhaled-spirals]

“I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news.”

— John Muir, quoted in Samuel Hall Young‘s Alaska Days with John Muir 

[spoiledsunflowers]

Compassion will not make us lazy.

The Gift of My Hate, Buddy Wakefield.

[emmonarts]

The Way You're Made, 2025 Analog collage

[derangedrhythms]

I know where you are / with my eyes closed, we are bound to each other / with huge invisible threads,

Sharon Olds, Strike Sparks: Selected Poems 1980-2002; from ‘True Love’

[mariusfk]

Malcolm Liepke, 2017

[wovi]

[wovi]

[nixscriptum]

[asdrewwer]

open-hearted