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— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘In The Ruin."

The day is breaking like skin, I think. I think, none of us will come out clean from the red rain. But it is only morning. I know what you meant

when you said that no one really wants what is good for them. The people are waking now, cooking their eggs. At night, I fancy myself the good,

unwanted thing, but it is dawn now & to you, I am no one. I wanted love, so I opened my mouth, but you pressed a finger to my lips & I know

I am meant to swallow all this down, the song & desire, the blood just like wine, the dream of eggs in the morning & all that rain,

but I will not swallow today. Your name a pearl I hold on my tongue for just one day more. Mouth full of love enough to live on.

Uma Dwivedi, from "Aubade with the Bleeding Sky"

Photographic Composites Document the Mesmerizing Flight Trails of Vultures, Crows, and Bats

“Lockdown Gulls (Sea Ranch)”

All images © Doris Mitsch

telling a girl she’s priority vs treating her like she is a priority are two completely different things

Purple Rain. Black Hills, Verde Valley, Az.

Grief by Oskar Zwintscher (1898)

Pissed myself off this morning & rather than take that out on people who probably deserve it, I rolled it into a tshirt design.

— The Truth the Dead Know, Anne Sexton

[text ID: It is June. I am tired of being brave.]

Robert Jordan, Lord of Chaos

"Beauty is in the way you hold yourself. It's how you treat people. The way you love. It's self acceptance. Beauty is in your soul."

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