"You were in my dreams last night" yeah our souls have been clawing through our chests to get to each other since we met but I'm glad you noticed
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"You were in my dreams last night" yeah our souls have been clawing through our chests to get to each other since we met but I'm glad you noticed
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i was sixteen for twenty years
[ID: the poem βA Girl Agoβ by Lucie Brock-Broido. poem text reads:
βNo feeding on wisteria. No pitch-burner traipsing In the nettled woods. No milk in metal cylinders, no Buttering. No making small contusions on the page But saying nothing no one has not said before. No milkweed blown across your pony-coat, no burrs. No scent of juniper on your Jacobean mouth. No crush Of ink or injury, no lacerating wish. Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Extinguish me from this. I was sixteen for twenty years. By September I will be a ghost And flickering in unison with all the other fireflies in Appalachia, Blinking in the swarm of it, and all at once, above And on a bare branch in a shepherd's sky. Β Β No Dove. Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β There is no thou to speak of.β
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the line βI was sixteen for twenty years. By September I will be a ghostβ has been highlighted in yellow.
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I think itβs beautiful weβre able to love things to such insane degrees. Being crazy in love is the best feeling actually
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βIf all goes well, I shall disappear for some time and there will be no way to get hold of me.β
β Hermann Hesse, from a letter to Conrad HaussmannΒ written c. July 1911
βI find myself longing to touch you longing to be near you just as the waves must long to reach their shore and just like the waves with every touch I always come back for moreβ
β Nicholas A Browne | Prose 16Β (via wordsnquotes)
if it sucks hit da bricks <- litany against sunk cost
take it easy but take it <- litany against burnout/apathy cycle
fuck it we ball <- litany against perfectionism
now say something beautiful and true <- litany against irony poisoning
Did you know my mum is a witch? When I was little she used to tell me so whenever I questioned her and taught me spells (spells to make sunflower butter from seeds, spells to move dye around silk with grains of salt, spells to repel fruit flies from peach trees) and curses (actual curses to be usedΒ only for good -to fuck with the patriarchy on a minor scale) which I use when need be (often). She also taught me important witchy ideas about gender. Unrelated to witchcraft, but also maybe related, she has the ability to communicate with whales and can call them from shorelines and boats and they turn to her and respond. She used to be a punk back in the day, and sheβs still pretty much the most punk person I know, hands down.