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[thebookquotes]

“I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.”

— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters

[inkskinned]

maybe there will be untold horrors - there already are. maybe it is foolish to make tiny poems when there are already whole libraries of better writers and smarter scholars. maybe it is insipid to love flowers when there are more beautiful and thoughtful vistas and visions. maybe, maybe.

but i am holding your hand, and you smell like the cupcakes we have been baking, and this is somehow new, isn't it, the way energy is reconstituted into magic around you. there is a nowhere land you take me to, somehow; a place where a little kindness is big enough to fill the lungs of peace, a place where hope actually knows her name. we will make the bed and sing along to bad music and the way you laugh will be enough. and i am melting for you, stunned suddenly - oh, oh! the answer had always been love.

[rosecrystal]

H.D., from Collected Poems: 1912-1944; “A Dead Priestess Speaks,” / art source / Angela Carter / Jana Brike / Medea; Euripides / Gleipnir (2012) / José Olivarez / Carol Ann Duffy / Miki Kim / vulnerability - a.j.

[fischyplier]

This shot is too gorgeous not to gif!

[robertamoshe]

Bo Burnham: Inside (2021) dir. Bo Burnham.

[primulaceas]

Alice Walker, "Coming Back from Seeing Your People." Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth

[the-earth-knows]

i hate reading my old poems

full of pain and sadness

refusal to accept what i’ve lost

feeling that there’s no room for me to grow

i’d destroy them

delete them

burn them

but i can’t

those are my feelings

so tangible and real

[the-earth-knows]

an image of my own faults

tell me the story of the time you dreamt of yourself.

wrapped in the linens of your own demise

watching as you fell from the unending sky.

staring as you landed in the waters, deep, dark, and blue

floating with the currents

each passing scene a moment of peace

then fear

then joy

and lastly defeat

you stared into the void that was a mirror that was a lie

you bled as you watched the face of god

see you fall from your own grace

with nothing but a single vine to grasp.

[the-earth-knows]

i hear you in every love song.

i could scream it to the hilltops and every bird and bug will know how much i love you.

what i would do to hold you to my heart until days and nights become one.

[angel-derangement]

[armandeos]

Bo Burnham’s INSIDE stills (2/3)

You wanna hear a funny story? Five years ago I quit performing live comedy because I was beginning to have sever panic attacks while on stage, which is not a great place to have them. So I quit. And I didn't perform for five years, and I spent that time trying to improve myself mentally, and I did, I really did. I got so much better, in fact, that in January 2020 I thought, "You know what, I should start performing again. I've been hiding from the world and I need to reenter." And then, the funniest thing happened.

[aarzigogolato]

so true bo burnham

[jamietartt-deactivated20220429]

feeling uhhhhhhhh cracked open

[the-earth-knows]

i don’t really have a favorite flower anymore,

but before, anytime someone asked what my favorite flower was i always said

dandelions.

i thought they were pretty,

and i really liked how they turned into little white puff balls.

you could blow on them and they’d float around and it was so beautiful.

you could make a little wish too as you did it.

anytime i told someone that dandelions were my favorite flower they’d ask me,

“why? they’re weeds! there are so many better flowers!”

but to me they were as good as any flower.

and if anything, anytime i heard that it made me love them more.

maybe i just wanted to be cool and different.

but what’s wrong with that?

it’s what everyone wants right?

but now anytime i’m asked what my favorite flower is i want to say

dandelions.

but i don’t,

they remind me of someone.

he called me his dandelion trying to be cute.

he gave them all sorts of meaning and symbolism because they were my favorite flowers.

and i don’t want to think of him anymore.

i don’t ever think of him unless i think of something that reminds me of him,

like dandelions.

but there’s no reason why i can’t still love them.

i still think they’re beautiful and so cool when they turn into little puff balls.

i have you now.

i can just think of you instead.

[the-earth-knows]

he looks the way love feels.

he is love.

like soft edges and angular shapes.

i looked at him and cried,

i cried because he is what love means to me.

i cried while he sang to me,

he looked me in the eyes and wiped my many tears from my face.

pulled me to him and kissed my forehead, then my cheek, then my nose, then my lips.

oh hunny, he said.

i love you i love you i love you

i love you so much

it hurts my chest every time i keep it to myself because i’m scared i’ll say it too much.

he is joy,

kindness,

passion,

and love,

he is safety and comfort.

i love him.

can i stay? can i stay for a long time?

of course hunny. you can stay, he said.

[thoughtkick]

“Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you will learn what inspires you. You will cultivate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity. And when you do meet the right person who makes your cells dance, you will be sure of it because you are sure of yourself.”

— Bianca Sparacino

[thoughtkick]

“The sun watches what I do. But the moon knows all my secrets.”

— Unknown