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Ты даже не знал меня, когда знал меня.

[candiedspit]

moon in speed

[petaltexturedskies]

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

Charles Bukowski, from “Ham on Rye”

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[weltenwellen]

Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals

[kosmogrl]

https://twitter.com/onlyyagirl_

[flowerytale]

Arthur Rimbaud, from "Qu'est-ce pour nous, Mon Cœur…", Collected Poems

[feral-ballad]

Linda Pastan, from Waiting for My Life: Poems; "What We Want"

[Text ID: "and in the morning / our arms ache. / We don't remember the dream, / but the dream remembers us."]

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Mikko Harvey Wind-Related in the Wheatfield // Jonny Bolduc open question @jovialtorchlight // Cheryl Strayed Tiny Beautiful Things // @/mkpoet (instagram) // Mary Oliver Count the Roses // Phoebe Bridgers Waiting Room // Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Marie Howe Magdalene Afterwards; "Magdalene: Poems"

[weltenwellen]

Jenny Zhang, from "my sweet angel on earth thank you for this life"

[mariainesgul]

[hummingchorus]

[werenotreallystrangers]

QUESTIONS ARE AN ART FORM

[poietike-deactivated20200109]

catho de rore

[lifeinpoetry]

I couldn’t figure out what else to do.

That’s what I told [him].

Plus, by that point, I was pretty sure that living a life of quiet desperation was not going to work for me.

My desperation was a lot of things, but it would never be quiet.

— Suzanne Scanlon, from Promising Young Women

[frannyglassposts]

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[guitarplayermrs]

[konoko]