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weltenwellen

Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us

kiki-de-la-petite-flaque

Time Does Not Bring Relief

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied

Who told me time would ease me of my pain!

I miss him in the weeping of the rain;

I want him at the shrinking of the tide;

The old snows melt from every mountain-side,

And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;

But last year’s bitter loving must remain

Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.

There are a hundred places where I fear

To go,—so with his memory they brim.

And entering with relief some quiet place

Where never fell his foot or shone his face

I say, “There is no memory of him here!”

And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, Time Does Not Bring Relief, Sonnet II.

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thoughtkick

“I won’t say it wasn’t meant to be, because it was. We were. Only for a short while, maybe. But we were.”

— Unknown

bishopdane

geryone

Fuchsia, Mahtem Shiferraw

glittercorpsps

To spend eternity with you.

pencap

“unclench your fists, my lover, the war is over now. (i’ve forgotten how to uncurl my fingers from the trigger.) be gentle, my lover, the war is over now. (i don’t remember what it’s like not to have gunsteel in my bones.) come home, my lover, the war is over now. (i’m back at the place i left but home is gone where i cannot find it.) sleep, my lover, the war is over now. (the war follows me into sleep. i’m afraid i’ll never leave it behind.) kiss me, my lover, the war is over now. (my fingers still drip red and i do not want to stain you with them.)”

— teach me how to be at peace again ( j.p. )

ladvofthelake

i love writing desperate, enraged knights. those who scream at the sky, covered in dirt and gore and spit, a bloodied sword grasped in one sweaty hand, an item in remembrance of kinder days or the flesh of a friend/lover in the other.