Blue Jay Way

[readmorepoets]

“All sorts of things in this world behave like mirrors.”

— Jacques Lacan, Seminar II (via heteroglossia)

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[calabria-mediterranea]

Tropea (Calabria, Italy)

Photos by @acriativelife on Instagram

[the-devil-wears-zara]

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Siena, Italy

[inferior]

André Josselin

[wildflowers]

[lifeinpoetry]

“my country is a mouth and nobody can pronounce my name // I mean my country forgets my name // I mean my country is always asking for my name // and I’m always saying it twice // spelling it like an address // my country is a number”

— Hala Alyan, from “When They Say Pledge Allegiance, I Say,” published in The Adroit Journal

[vowel-in-thug]

“I guess love laughs at history a little.”

— Sebastian Barry, Days Without End

[blossomfully]

“He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted. And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes. “If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?” She asks playfully. And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders. “Strawberries.” He tells her. “I could live a life on nothing but strawberries.””

— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #54 -“Strawberries” (via blossomfully)

[yoursummerdreamz]

[jomeljcustodio]

[readmorepoets]

“My Fairy Godmother is my heart sustaining me.”

— Nikita Gill, from “Fairy Godmother” (via the-final-sentence)

[funsizedshark]

“Hung on my bedroom wall is the quote attributed to Joan of Arc: “I am not afraid. I was born to do this.” However my life unfolds, goes my thinking, is how I am meant to live it; however my life unspools itself, I was created to bear it.”

— Esmé Weijun Wang, The Collected Schizophrenias   (via fuckyeahannecarson)

[lifeinpoetry]

“I worshipped the myth I made of you, but I’m off my knees / now.”

— Traci Brimhall, from “Dear Eros,” Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod