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metamorphesque · 14 hours
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— Natalie Diaz, Manhattan Is a Lenape Word
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leonardospoetry · 2 days
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Remember the present.
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perfectquote · 3 days
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I must learn to love the fool in me - the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.
Theodore Isaac Rubin
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modordracena · 2 days
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If a character (in a high stress situation with minimal information) makes a different decision than you would (a viewer with no stress and more information) —
That is not a plot hole. Thank you.
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thoughtkick · 2 days
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Never stop being a good person because of bad people.
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happyheidi · 24 hours
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ourobores · 1 day
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DECEMBER
chandrama deshmukh, a teaspoon of stars / claude monet, snow scene at argenteuil, 1875 / counting crows, a long december / anna mary ‘grandma’ robertson moses, snow ball / natalie diaz, manhattan is a lenape word / laetitia de haas, birds in a winter garden / fritz ward, love letter from inside fatherhood / nate klug, advent / serhiy shyshko, saint volodymyr's hill / w. s. merwin, song of three smiles / charlotte joan sternberg, home through the pines ii / mike chasar, conches on christmas / alfred sisley, la maison sous la neige, 1878 / robert creeley, the door / claude monet, the magpie / sarah kay, winter without you
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dark-romantics · 3 days
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~ Emily Dickson
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crimsonkismet · 2 days
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November, 1937 Journals of Anais Nin 1934-1939 [volume 2]
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ritikajyala · 3 days
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[ID:  Do you like me?
                 
Mom says I love
you every time I 
ask if she likes me.
   
  This is a short story, it begins with a womb and ends with rage filled 
     love, it begins with a screaming and raging evening and ends with a
     heavy silence at the dinner table. My mother loves me, and there is
     nothing more to say. I love my mother, and there is nothing more to 
     say. I pray and pray that I don't become her someday. And there is
     nothing more to say. 
 
   -Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
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siir-poesia · 2 days
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metamorphesque · 1 day
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on winter and longing
Sarah Kay, Natalie Diaz, Craig Keenan, Clarice Lispector, Mahmoud Darwish, Brittany Cossette, Franz Kafka, Edvard Munch, Richard Siken, Haruki Murakami, Holly Warburton, Mahmoud Darwish
buy me a coffee
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perfectfeelings · 3 days
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Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
Yara Bashraheel
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thehopefulquotes · 1 day
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They burned the bridge, then ask why I don’t visit.
Ugo Eze
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poetry-siir · 3 days
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