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christyannmartine · 2 days ago
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wordsbyjenpoetry · 17 hours ago
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I found the ocean in your eyes. I'll never forget our summer.
Music by Olive
Videography by Mitchell Pettigrew
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iamcon-fu-sion · 7 months ago
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if i set my teeth into the flesh of your arm and rest there know that i do not mean to tear it away only to latch myself onto you in some more permanent way
i feel your blood on my tongue but do not fear the hunger in my eyes i am a wild thing at best and my love is a violent guest
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dark-romantics · 2 months ago
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someone please turn me into a poem or a painting, I’m tired of being human
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sapphopilled · 2 months ago
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Work Song by Hozier / Mahmoud Darwish
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meatluvrr · 6 months ago
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“i have loved you. i have had to deal with that.”
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insomniac-dot-ink · 4 months ago
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“I saw this and thought of you” has that wallop of tenderness in it in the same way receiving presents not on your birthday, but because they saw it. And thought of you.
Some version of the phrase What you love, you mention exists. And maybe they have no passion for impressionist painter Mary Cassatt or Golden Age super hero comic covers or Pusheen the cat. But you mentioned them, you made a little speech and maybe feel mildly embarrassed about having ranted about it for a bit long or bit much.
And really, they might not have any kind of passion for art or comics or stuffed animals, they don’t “get it.” But you think of Pusheen, and they think of you, and we are all connecting over entire oceans of self and faulty words, infinitely imperfect language and the inherent isolation of consciousness. Humanity makes symbols of our cluttered, decaying world with every breath.
It’s just a movie, just a toy, just a thing, but we are experts in patterns and understanding what a thing is not. Your mother covers your cut in a Spider-Man Band-Aid because it’s all you talk about at 7. Your uncle buys an entire gallon of green tea flavored ice cream despite the fact you are the only one that eats it. A friend buys you a shirt of a horror movie they themselves can’t watch.
Clumsy words and clumsy minds. The world would go on without ice cream or cartoon Band-Aids. And yet. And yet. We are experts in patterns and attempting to overcome the horrors of self, alone, and consciousness, continuing. 
It is not the thing itself. It is this, only this:
“I saw this. I thought of you, I thought of you, I thought of you.”
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happyheidi · 2 months ago
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never enough books. . .♡
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arthoeacademia · 6 months ago
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“on the train we swapped seats, you wanted the window and i wanted to look at you”
Mahmoud Darwish
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feltpoetry · 3 months ago
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“you. it will always be you. don’t you get that? if i had the choice between you and a million things i’ve always wanted, i would choose you every single time.”
laughuntiltherearetears
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tullipsink · 11 months ago
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desperation sits heavy on my tongue
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aslisjournal · 3 months ago
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Asli Hersi
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er3to · a month ago
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what if i made you a playlist and you gave me a forehead kiss in response??? what then, huh????
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writingandyearning · 2 months ago
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"Some days I’m Van Gogh’s Starry Night, other days I’m his suicide letter."
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llovelymoonn · 11 months ago
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on things we can’t get back
mary oliver flare \\ anne sextion a self-portrait in letters \\ joseph lorusso \\ leonard cohen lover lover lover \\ anne sexton a self-portrait in letters \\ barbara kroll \\ anne sexton eighteen days without you: love poems \\ celia paul
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heavyemptyheart · 5 months ago
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i think for a long time i was presenting myself to my lovers as “i can be whatever you want me to be” rather than “here. this is me. take me as i am.”
be yourself | @heavyemptyheart
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therapeuticss · 10 months ago
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“Somehow, my soul knew your soul before we ever had the chance to meet”
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