The Midnight Marketer

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[kristina100000]

if someone told me to come and listen to the wind blow with them i would do it. if someone told me to come and sit on their bed while they get dressed i would do it. if someone called me late at night to come and walk with them i would not hesitate and i would do it... i would do it to be there

[weltenwellen]

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Elizabeth Lowe, Água Viva

[flowerytale]

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, from “Carmilla”

[somethoughtseeds]

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson: 1; Valentine Week, 1850

[jericosilvers]

instagram.com/jericosilvers

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Eat”

[Text ID: “I am trying to stop doing / things that don’t make any sense. Body, / forgive me. I am trying. I am trying. I am still trying.]

[chloeinletters]

What I want.

https://www.instagram.com/p/Chdw3BGIn2B/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

[moonstoast]

letters to milena by franz kafka // camouflage by ron hicks // the golden notebook by doris lessing // ? // a letter to galatea kazantzaki by nikos kazantzakis

[feral-ballad]

Vicente Aleixandre, ed. by Lewis Hyde, from A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems; “The Explosion”

[Text ID: “I devoted myself to one endless afternoon. / I’ve loved you every moment of that afternoon.”]

[metamorphesque]

— Dear [ ], Nick Lantz (bio)

[text ID: I hid your name in a poem. / I hid your name in my mouth. / I hid your name in plain sight.]

[deviika]

Friedrich Nietzsche

[deviika]

Rune Lazuli // Jerzy Kosiński

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟼, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: July 16. dark and beautiful. END ID]

[dead-poetsblog]

Frank Bidart, from Half-light: Collected Poems; "End of a Friendship" // Marya Hornbacher, Waiting //  Ijeoma Umebinyuo, Questions for Ada // Rita Dove, from "November for Beginners"

[surqrised]

I think you lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world inside you.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via surqrised)