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Marvin Koner Untitled, 1957 Vintage silver print.
Humayunâs Tomb - India (by Saad Akhtar)Â
The wreckage of stars â I built a world from this wreckage.
Friedrich Nietzsche, from âThrough the Circle of Dionysian Dithyrambsâ, (translation by James Luchte and Eva Leadon)
âBefore you Came,â by Nicanor Parra
Now everything is like my heart, a color at the edge of blood: the grey of your absence, the color of poison, of thorns, the gold when we meet, the season ablaze, the yellow of autumn, the red of flowers, of flames, and the black when you cover the earth with the coal of dead fires.
On your knees. pray to the Gods with your floodgate of a heart thrown wide open hands up, head bent back of your neck like an unholy offering repeat after me: âAbsolve me for the ways that I loved him, full, wanting and endlessly brimming give me the strength to keep on. I am not sorry. I am not sorry.â
Azra.T âAnd if they donât let me into heaven, I will kiss you in the dark."Â (via 5000letters)
Dear heart, you are beginning to look like a fire escape for all the times people have used you to be safe and left once the fire was out, and I am wondering if I should apologise now for how much all those footprints must have hurt you it probably feels like grand central in there it probably feels like rush hour traffic except with nowhere to go and maybe it was me, maybe I pried you open for too long and now you donât know how to close for anyone maybe thatâs why youâre so hungry why youâre starting to look like a mouth and not a fist, where did that fight go? why are you so willing to love everyone? even if they donât love you back even if they donât want to stay is it me? did you hear about softness so often that you thought you had nowhere else to go? I donât know if thatâs ruining or beautiful Iâm wondering if it can be both. I want you to know that Iâll try though Iâll keep trying and I hope someday someone crawls into you and decides that there is nowhere they would rather be and that there is no place safer to stay.
Azra.T., âDear Heart"Â (via 5000letters)
DeLana R. A. Dameron