Full moon at the Temple of Poseidon in Sounio, Greece
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Full moon at the Temple of Poseidon in Sounio, Greece
Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; âGeography Lessonsâ
Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died
âGo then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still.â
â Sophocles, Antigone
âGo and love someone exactly as they are. And then watch how quickly they transform into the greatest, truest version of themselves. When one feels seen and appreciated in their own essence, one is instantly empowered.â
â Wes Angelozzi
catastrophe is next to godliness by franny choi
Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; âGingerâ
[Text ID: âI got cursed, in every way a / woman can. / You kill yourself, over and over, / to be different.â]
âBut why, why, why canât people just say what they mean?â
â Graeme Simsion, The Rosie Project
It was Never about You //
3 of 3: Poems From the First Evening I've Spent Alone in Over a Month
I change with the seasons, and by that I mean when things start growing I start cutting people off // MAYDAY
poems about may, poems about june
Epitaph of a Wooden Spoon // in which time is both a woman and a desert and nothing can every truly disappear
(i love it when poems burst out of me)
âWhen you stop talking to people, stop talking about them too.â
â Unknown
âTonight go to sleep as though your whole past has been dropped. Die to the past. And in the morning wake up as a new man in a new morning.â
â Osho
âWhy would the universe go through all that trouble to bring us together, to only make us strangers again in the end?â
â Unknown