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[frannyglassfan]

when sufjan said “everything i feel returns to you somehow”…..im literally breathing into a bag girl

[jasminesuki]

haru would fucking love aang’s marble trick send tweet

[frannyglassfan]

i hope i am not just a mutual to you but also someone you are extremely worried about

[frannyglassfan]

do u have any love poems baby

hiii <3 yes i do

“EXPLAIN THE UNIVERSE TO ME, I WANT IT THROUGH YOUR EYES” by Umang Kalra

[ID: “i want to love you like the sun, so loud even / if it destroys us. tell me what it tastes like to watch me melting and maybe / i will tell you instead, surprise surprise, i survived it all for you.”]

“be kind to me” by sappho

[ID: “Be kind to me / Gongyla; I ask only / that you wear the cream / white dress when you come / Desire darts about your / loveliness, drawn down in / circling flight at sight of it / and I am glad, although / one I too quarreled with Aphrodite / to whom / I pray that you will / come soon”]

“if i love you” by e. e. cummings

[ID: “if i love You / (thickness means / worlds inhabited by roamingly / stern bright faeries / if you love / me) distance is mine carefully / luminous with innumerable gnomes / of complete dream / if we live each (shyly) / other, what clouds do or Silently / Flowers resembles beauty / less than our breathing”]

from letters from medea by salma deera

[ID: “and you laugh. / loudly– / head tipping back. / and while your eyes / are on the ceiling, / i am mouthing / something too heavy even / for this steady night to shoulder. / ‘this is not a joke.’ i mouth. / ‘love me. love me.’”]

“Simone” by Shauna Barbosa

[ID: “7:30, an odd hour. ‘Are we to have dinner before or after class?’ Was Simone asking me to dinner? A man I don’t know steals her attention I keep walking hungry then stop rustle around with my bag watch them talk each day feels like February frozen on a beach chair. Imagined making love to her not knowing where to begin. Thought about going slow the way he says I don’t like. Each day each day a phone call a voice with good news a promise to return with more information.”]

[frannyglassfan]

sidney gish wrote persephone for bitches who can’t pronounce anything

[frannyglassfan]

sustained irreversible brain damage from “Teddy” by J.D. Salinger

[frannyglassfan]

convinced that no one understands franny & zooey but me

[frannyglassfan]

Mary Oliver, October 1994

[Image ID: a poem titled “FALL,” that reads,

“the black oaks / fling their bronze fruit / into all the pockets of the earth / pock pock / they knock against the thresholds / the roof the sidewalk / fill the eaves / the bottom line / of the old gold song / of the almost finished year / what is spring all that tender / green stuff / compared to this / falling of tiny oak trees / out of the oak trees / then the clouds / gathering thick along the west / then advancing / then closing over / breaking open / the silence / then the rain / dashing its silver seeds / against the house” /END ID]