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“Some stranger [Dionysus] has come … fragrant in hair with golden curls, having in his eyes the wine-dark graces of Aphrodite.”
— Euripides, from ‘The Bacchae’ (via novastarna)
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Sofia Coppola photographed by Bibi Borthwick for Another Magazine.
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It's the loneliness that is most unbearable, even surrounded by the beauty of spring and summer. There is a simmering anger, too. And above all else, a painful, howling desperation to be seen, to be accepted, to be loved. You are the wildflower, clawing up from the soil like a grave.
my 5th poetry chapbook! get the pdf here! (it only costs one dollar or you can pay anything you would like!)
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nine inch nails haters will be like "this is just noise" which is not true. there's also moaning.
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hey man I found a piece of your soul stuck in the text messages of old friends you don’t speak to anymore. do you want it back
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DANDELION by FRANCES ANTONIA [from WILT]
#i think this is my fave poem from the new chapbook so i am goingto post it!#i may post some others eventually or at least excerpts I DUNNAUUR#.txt#poetry#my poetry
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Sonia Sanchez, from Like the singing coming off the drums: Love Poems; “Remembering and Honoring Toni Cade Bambara”
[Text ID: “i have stored in my / blood the / memory of your voice”]
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Sakaguchi Issō - Peach Tree, 1936. Two-panel folding screen; ink, mineral colors, and gold wash on paper / 73¼ x 68½ in. (186 x 174 cm)
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Yeah my boyfriends pretty coooool but hes not as cool as meeeeeeeee!!! Cause im a Brooklyn baaaaaaaaaaaaabyyyy. im a Brooklyn. baaaaaaaaby.
#this is giving me flashbacks to like#2015 when i used to put it on all the time when i was doing like#cleaning and etc#and i would be like singing along especially to this damn track#TAWKIN BOUT MY GENERATAAIONN
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It's the loneliness that is most unbearable, even surrounded by the beauty of spring and summer. There is a simmering anger, too. And above all else, a painful, howling desperation to be seen, to be accepted, to be loved. You are the wildflower, clawing up from the soil like a grave.
my 5th poetry chapbook! get the pdf here! (it only costs one dollar or you can pay anything you would like!)
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YIPPPEEEE. DOWNLOAD MY POETRY!!!! IF U WANT!!!! WE DID IT!!! CHAPBOOK #5!!!!
WE MADE IT
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“The fear of becoming old is born of the recognition that one is not living now the life that one wishes. It is equivalent to a sense of abusing the present.”
― Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963
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