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LOVE AS VIOLENCE VS LOVE AS SOFTNESS

Ada Limon, The Good Fight // Mary Oliver, West Wind // Danez Smith, Bare // Sappho, Fragment 58.25-26 // Mitski, I Don’t Smoke // Ashe Vernon // Hozier, Cherry Wine // Shauna Barbosa, GPS // Richard Siken, Little Beast // Chen Chen, Summer [The sunflowers fall…] // Warsan Shire // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

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yellowmotorola

via creepyyeha on instagram

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sad-house-of-mortality

“Come, encircle me. Like I were an island, you, a dark sea. Come, exhaust my offering of love. Come, shed your spirit. Practice your witchcraft on my soul. Don’t make me whole. Eat me alive, love. And then burn me to the ground.”

— Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)

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lifeinpoetry

If all this ends,

let me say now that in my solitude I pace around the winter you pressed me up

against my kitchen wall. You were an appeal to my loneliness, not its end. We

swallowed the white light, chanted the same lament down.

— Taylor Johnson, from “Brooklyn Poem,” Inheritance

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anditslove

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

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starei

we might just belong together in every lifetime

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metamorphesque

Flight / Hieu Minh Nguyen

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“two lovers interminably devouring each other”

— José Saramago, Cain

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sunsetquotes

“All the universe laboured to bring us together. The rest is up to us.”

— Beau Taplin

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flowerytale

Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre (Paris, Monday, 3 July 1939)

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belorage

“I want to be eaten alive. I want / to feel wanted.”

— Elisabeth Hewer, from “Wanting,” Wishing for Birds (via prometheis)

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lifeinpoetry

The language you taught me rolls From your mouth into mine The way kids will pass smoke Between them. You feed it to me Until my heart grows fat. I feed you Tiny black eggs. I feed you My very own soft truth. We believe. We stay up talking all kinds of shit.

— Tracy K. Smith, from “Self-Portrait as the Letter Y,” Legitimate Dangers: American Poets of the New Century

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