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sleepy lavender dream girl in training

[petaltexturedskies]

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters

[louisegluck]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

[lunafay]

[russiawave]

[weltenwellen]

Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

[wintercorrybriea]

Bottega Veneta spring 2025

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Jane Austen, from a letter to her sister Cassandra Austen

[ancientsstudies]

It is life, I think, to watch the water.

[haelxtii]

[weltenwellen]

Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World

[luthienne]

“for it’s true, isn’t it, in our world, that the petals pooled with nectar, and the polished thorns are a single thing— that even the purest light, lacking the robe of darkness, would be without expression— that love itself, without its pain, would be no more than a shruggable comfort.”

— Mary Oliver, from New and Selected Poems

[weltenwellen]

Chen Chen, from "weep ode #99"

[rivetingrosie4]

"Oranges" - Gary Soto, June 1983

one of my very favorite poems. that last line slays me. it has stayed with me for years and years.

[havingapoemwithyou]

between autumn equinox and winter solstice, today by Emily Jungmin Yoon

[boykeats]

[ID: screenshot of a poem reading,

"I read a Korean poem with the line “Today you are the youngest you will ever be.” Today I am the oldest I have been. Today we drink buckwheat tea. Today I have heat in my apartment. Today I think about the word chada in Korean. It means cold. It means to be filled with. It means to kick. To wear. Today we’re worn. Today you wear the cold. Your chilled skin. My heart kicks on my skin. Someone said winter has broken his windows. The heat inside and the cold outside sent lightning across glass. Today my heart wears you like curtains. Today it fills with you. The window in my room is full of leaves ready to fall. Chada, you say. It’s tea. We drink. It is cold outside."

/end ID]

[modedamour]

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[katbennet]

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and I don’t want the world to see me ‘cause I don’t think that they’d understand when everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am