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musings on Spring
— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke | Pablo Neruda (?) | Louise Glück, Vita Nova | Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro | Vladimir Nabokov, Mary | Etel Adnan, Jebu | Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary | Bangtan Sonyeondan (방탄소년단), 봄날 (Spring Day) | Artwork by Claude Monet
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Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle
Vincent van Gogh, Garden at Arles (1888)
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if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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-Rudy Franciso
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I’m sorry. I killed a spider.
I trapped him under a cup and meant to slip some paper under,
take it outside and shake him off, free him.
but I forgot, got distracted.
and when I saw the cup days later.
I realized what I had done. I left it there for a month.
I didn’t want to see his balled, warped little carcass,
the consequence of my distraction, my laziness.
I don’t kill bugs. It makes me feel guilty.
just because I’m bigger doesn’t mean I should get the final say on a tiny life.
and when I forced myself to list the cup after a month
I expected to see him curled, dead on the counter,
but there was nothing there. So I turned it over
and saw a ghostly silver web woven in the lip of the cup.
and the spider, dead, on top of it.
I sat and cried on the kitchen floor.
in his last moments,
he tried to make a home of the darkness I gave him.
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childhood photos remind me of what it's like to exist without this inner dialogue that's constantly analysing and what i am or what it is to be alive in the "best" way. i just simply did it. i did the living and the being and the existing in this small unafraid body.
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Oppenheimer. Barbie.
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#writers#writers on tumblr#dark academia#dark academia aesthetic#poetry#franz kafka#margaret atwood#charles bukowski#virginia woolf#sylvia plath
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no u dont understand i dont want the type of love you're talking about, i want the anuv jain, aditya rikhari, stephan sanchez songs kind of love.
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I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free
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This dream isn't feeling sweet / we're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone / feels so scary getting old
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You're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.
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Thank you @darcytown and everyone who got me to 1000 reblogs!
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See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
Slyvia Plath
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Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
Oscar Wilde
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