winter could be gentle and we could all be kind and in love and in big sweaters and it could be okay. i want a gentle winter for the whole world
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winter could be gentle and we could all be kind and in love and in big sweaters and it could be okay. i want a gentle winter for the whole world
“Sometimes the smallest step in the right direction ends up being the biggest step of your life. Tip toe if you must, but take the step.”
— Naeem Callaway
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— Mikko Harvey, from For M
Kenneth Steven, “June”
[text ID: JUNE / Barefoot the stairs, sigh your hand gently / down the smooth wood of the banister, / and stand at ten in the morning listening / to the blue song of the house. / All the doors are open and light / moves between rooms like a half-asleep child; / there is no hurry, time passes so slow / you can hear it breathe in the curtains.]
Tomas Tranströmer, from “The Indoors is Endless,” tr. Robin Fulton
[text ID: April May / and sweet honey dribbling June.]
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“My darling, you are allowed to fail without being a failure. You are allowed to make mistakes without being one. More opportunities will present themselves. You will find hope again.”
— R.V.
— The Door, Margaret Atwood
[text ID: Anyway my dearest one, / We still have the moon.]
— Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Véra
[ text ID: I’m walking out now into the soft light, the cooling hum of evening, and I will love you tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and still many more, so very many more tomorrows. ]
waking up everyday is just like. good morning sun. good morning sky. good morning evergrowing festering pit of primordial rage inside of me. good morning birds
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