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strong coffee, warm light, music playing from another room, the smell of lavender

[peanutpalace-deactivated2023011]

I post for myself and the 3 depressed women that agree with everything I say

[dozyyygirl]

no one quite psychoanalyzes like daughters do when looking at their mothers

[stlamb]

nooo not the weight of it all lol

[plumstreet]

WHERE is that poem about that person learning all about their partners hyperfixation before getting dumped the last line is like "love is a stack of books on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end" I need it to feel whole help me please

[cielosky]

NYT Tiny Love Stories, 2/11/2020

A Bookmark Near the End

He loves history. He wanted to write a biography of John Quincy Adams. I, shamefully, knew almost nothing about John Quincy Adams, so I went online and bought every biography of him I could find. One day, he called me, claiming that we wouldn’t work out long term. He said he loved me but that we had different interests. “What does love mean to you?” I said. “That’s an impossible question,” he replied. I, however, find love to be quite simple. Love is the stack of biographies on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end. — Julia Nicole Camp 

[luthienne]

Frank O'Hara, from Selected Poems; “Biotherm (for Bill Berkson)”

[Text ID: the moon is rising I am always thinking of the moon rising / I am always thinking of you]

[deviika]

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[blossomfully]

Sue Zhao // Dialogues on Love #4 // “Maybe I already do”

[pavlovaprin]

de.2g

[memories]

You ever just... yell about #lingerie??

[memories]

50% #mood, 49% #ask to tag, 1% dumbass.

[alisonzai]

[sadunit]

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[mienar]

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[semiotomatics]

there’s something about the sight of steps leading down into the water. it feels like the ocean telling me to come home

[kristral]

The sea is calling, so I went.

[mothcub]

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

paper-fairy:

“My serene heart: a peach blossom carried off by the current.”

— Inés Arredondo, from “The Silent Words,” Underground River and Other Stories (University of Nebraska Press, 1996)