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Don't mind if I don't.

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briscoepark

[sanctus-ingenium]

end of the unicorn

[drapedinink]

[dadalux]

Panuska Jaroslav - Oko (Summer Night)

[astranemus]

Life is an endless march into a boundless silence.

[finita--la--commedia]

“My tenderest kisses, beloved little being — I dreamt about you.”

— Simone de Beauvoir (1908-1986), in a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-1980),  Friday [7 July 1939], Amiens, in “Letters To Sartre”, translated by Quintin Hoare

[journalofanobody]

““The soul is silent. If it speaks at all it speaks in dreams.””

—  Louise Glück, It Is Daylight

[faunllet]

richard siken - birds hover the trampled field // margaret atwood - cat’s eye // vladimir nabokov - lolita // brand new - degausser // amelia possanza - washington post article

[luthienne]

Mahtem Shiferraw, Your Body is War; “Conversations with Self: Blue-Blacks”

[Text ID: These days, someone else inhabits this body, perhaps someone you do not want to be.

The soliloquy of these thoughts all amassing to one, is bluest too:

you are not you.]

[perfectquote]

“I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.”

— Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

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[tenderblues]

“I vow to love you in all places. High plains, prairies, hills and lowlands. In our dream-laden bed, Cradled in the nest Of your neck. Deep in the plum. It shall be and it flows with you.”

— Joseph O. Legaspi, “Vows (for a gay wedding)”

[goblin-witch]

[laurapetrie]

“My heart is wrapped in the glamour of fairy tales.”

— Anais Nin

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“If my love could sing like a mourning dove, could ring the wrongs away in the wind …”

— Maureen N. McLane, from “Aviary,” Paris Review (no. 195, Winter 2010)

[hazelcills]

“Sometimes she narrates her actions inside her head in third-person. Does that make her a writer or a woman?”

— Green Girl