Im giving creepy blowjobs now & they keep telling me they want just the normal ones
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Im giving creepy blowjobs now & they keep telling me they want just the normal ones
I would long for you through worlds, worlds.
Izumi Shikibu, excerpt of “Even If I Now Saw You—”, trans. by Jane Hirshfield with Mariko Aratani in The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono No Komachi & Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan (via antigonick)
“There must have been a moment at the beginning, where we could have said no. Somehow we missed it. Well, we’ll know better next time.”
— Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, Tom StoppardÂ
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Alejandra Pizarnik, Selected Poems: Poems Uncollected in Books (1956-1960); from 'Approximations', tr. Cecilia Rossi
Andrea Gibson, You Better Be Lightning
I touch your mouth, I don’t want to hurt you any more now than I have to
Margaret Atwood, from Power Politics
“I have become so like him that I might be his ghost.”
— Daphne du Maurier, My Cousin Rachel, 1951
Euripides’ Andromache (tr. Deborah Roberts)
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Eden Robinson, “Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted”
i wear no flowers in my hair
a garden does not grow here
outside my window
there is none as well
only the cracks of June