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the idea of you was fucking insane in all the best ways, satisfied every single bisexual urge i’ve ever had and reminded me of romcoms i used to watch in the 2000s. 10/10 must watch again.

luthienne

Mahmoud Darwish, from Journal of an Ordinary Grief (tr. from the Arabic by Ibrahim Muhawi)

[Text ID: A place is not only a geographical area; it's also a state of mind. And trees are not just trees; they are the ribs of childhood.]

chloeinletters

To love life even when you have no stomach for it as they say!

fromdarzaitoleeza

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To that stupid naive girl I fell in love with I stil check for a good morning text from you and every morning I cry a little inside for it.

metamorphesque

Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.

metamorphesque

“How will you / have you prepare(d) for your death? I walk home calmly. I kiss him. I kiss him.”

— Chen Chen, a small book of questions: chapter i

metamorphesque

79 degree probably of loss, Jéanpaul Ferro

jaane-ghazal

When Mahmoud Darwish said, "A University degree, four books and hundereds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading. You wrote me 'good morning' and I read it as 'I love you'."

firstfullmoon

Mahmoud Darwish, “Viewpoint,” trans. Fady Joudah, in The Ecco Anthology of International Poetry, edited by Ilya Kaminsky [ID in alt text]

stuffedgrapeleaves

“The stories we tell ourselves create the very space that we as a group, any group, inhabit. Place is made by story. Recall the end of the Odyssey when Odysseus is instructed by the gods to hoist an oar on his shoulder and walk inland until no one recognizes the tool, until someone asks why he is carrying the winnow out of season. The true regions of the world we live in are mapped by the stories we tell.”

stuffedgrapeleaves

“Mythology, and I keep thinking of a biological/mechanical metaphor, seeks to attach a cultural memory into our experiential wiring. Stories are viral. A good example of this is the collection of folk legends, both urban and rural, that get repeated as the truth… I am self-consciously altering the details or making up the ones I do not know. In doing so the storyteller faces the existential dilemma of fact and fiction. The things we do are done. We are always left with the residue of events, evidence. And all that residue can, by definition, be manipulated and shaped for many purposes, one of which is myth building. Myths are local, connected, and self-conscious. Tell them I am Odysseus, Laertes’ son, of Ithaca. In the stories we tell ourselves, we tell ourselves.”

soracities

“And the waters keep on breaking as I reverse out of my body. My life dances on the silver surface where cacti flower. The ceiling opens and I float up on fire.”

— Pascal Petit, from “What the Water Gave Me (IV)”, What the Water Gave Me: Poems after Frida Kahlo