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meganutriland · 1 year
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Quick Italian, homemade pasta with handmade sauce. Ingredients: 2 tbsp extra-virgin olive oil, plus extra to serve 1 large onion, finely chopped 2 large garlic cloves, crushed 800g tinned cherry tomatoes 1 tbsp balsamic vinegar 350g fresh pappardelle pasta (gluten free) Handful fresh parsley, roughly chopped Grated Parmesan to serve #pasta #creepypasta #butikpasta #pastalover #pastan #pastaamericana #pastafresca #pastas #freshpasta #homemadepasta #pastalovers #pastasalad #pastanmurah #doğumgünüpastası #doğumgünüpastası #pastadizucchero #italianpasta #nişanpastası #veganpasta #pastane #pastafrolla #yaşpasta #yaşpasta #pastadeamendoim #pastagigi #pestopasta #pastacila #pastaaddict #pastafattaincasa #pastapasta https://www.instagram.com/p/CnU6A9vso1A/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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feral-ballad · 8 months
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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."]
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maxuel84 · 1 year
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- 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂 - #foodporn #italy #l4l #pastan #gourmet #food #italia #like4like #pastanmurah #cooking #foodie #italytrip #l4likeforlikesback #pastanmotif #cook #foodstagram #igersitalia #vmiart84 #italiainunoscatto #love #pasta #foodphotography #ig_italia #l4like #pastansyari #gourmetfood #foodgasm (presso Gragnano, Campania, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpIEg4lt6wP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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havingapoemwithyou · 1 month
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[april] by Linda Pastan
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apoemaday · 18 days
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What We Want
by Linda Pastan
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book and these things bear our names -- now they want us. But what we want appears in dreams, wearing disguises. We fall past, holding out our arms and in the morning our arms ache. We don’t remember the dream, but the dream remembers us. It is there all day as an animal is there under the table, as the stars are there even in full sun. 
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asoftepiloguemylove · 7 months
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Laura Gilpin The Two-Headed Calf // Linda Pastan Why Are Your Poems so Dark? // Margaret Atwood Shapechangers In Winter // @/doeantlers (twitter) // Vladimir Nabokov Letters to Vera // Ada Limón Dead Stars // @xshayarsha
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tunisian · 1 year
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i love this world, even in its hard places
encyclopedia of an ordinary life, amy krouse rosenthal / sometimes it hurts, but i'm happy i'm alive by @sunsbleeding / @arthoesunshine / imaginary conversation, linda pastan / deactivated tumblr user @salemwitchtrials / thank you my fate, anna swir
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lillyli-74 · 5 months
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In the evening my griefs come to me one by one. They tell me what I hoped to forget. They perch on my shoulders like mourning doves. They are the colour of light fading.
~Linda Pastan
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loveisdamnation · 1 year
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sylvia plath | as consciousness is harnessed to flesh, susan sontag | invitation, mary oliver | imaginary conversation, linda pastan | birthday, andrea gibson | good bones, maggie smith | the painted drum, louise erdrich | mouthful of forevers, clementine von radics | new year’s eve, maggie smith
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violentdevotion · 10 months
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Ada Limon
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James Baldwin
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Autumn, Ali Smith
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Hamlet, Shakespeare
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Residual Hauntings, Psychic Library
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Autumn, Ali Smith
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The Five Stages of Grief, Linda Pastan
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Hauntology: How the Ghosts of our Past haunt our Future, Vincent Freeland
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BBC Archive - What is Hauntology
Hauntology
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julesofnature · 8 months
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There are poems that are never written, that simply move across the mind like skywriting on a still day: slowly the first word drifts west, the last letters dissolve on the tongue, and what is left is the pure blue of insight, without cloud or comfort.
~ ‘There are Poems’, by Linda Pastan From Carnival Evening: New and Selected Poems, 1968-1998 W.W. Norton, 1998.
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awkward-sultana · 2 years
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The Months, Linda Pastan / Reluctant Goodbyes, O.L. / Unknown / The Londoner / Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte / Tumblr: Honeytuesday / The Pond, Mary Oliver / Robin Bush / Tumblr: Honeytuesday / Greg Sellers / S. Heaney / Letters of Summer Past / Albert Camus / Unknown / Sara Baume / Tuck Everlasting, Natalie Babbitt / Unknown / Tumblr: Poetryatmost / Instagram: claudbakes / August, Devotions, Mary Oliver
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feral-ballad · 8 months
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Linda Pastan, from Waiting for My Life: Poems; "Excursion"
[Text ID: I am a tourist / in my own life, / gazing at the exotic shapes / of flowers / as if someone else / had planted them;"]
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maxuel84 · 1 year
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- 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒊 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂 - #foodporn #italy #l4l #pastan #gourmet #food #italia #like4like #pastanmurah #cooking #foodie #italytrip #l4likeforlikesback #pastanmotif #cook #foodstagram #igersitalia #likeforlike #pastancantik #instafood #cookies #italiainunoscatto #love #pasta #foodphotography #ig_italia #l4like #pastansyari #gourmetfood #foodgasm (presso La cucina del Ducato) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpIC0v2Np_M/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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havingapoemwithyou · 7 days
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[may] by Linda Pastan
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apoemaday · 3 months
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Wildflowers
by Linda Pastan
You gave me dandelions. They took our lawn by squatters’ rights — round suns rising in April, soft moons blowing away in June. You gave me lady slippers, bloodroot, milkweed, trillium whose secret number the children you gave me tell. In the hierarchy of flowers, the wild rise on their stems for naming. Call them weeds. I pick them as I picked you, for their fierce, unruly joy.
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