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cor-ardens-archive · 7 months

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#anne sexton #poetry #m. lit.#we're not so safe then

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soracities · 2 months

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"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."

Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]

#q #lit #quotes #typography #essays and articles #id included #ismatu gwendolyn #youve been traumatized into hating reading and it makes you easier to oppress #threadings #m #x

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quotefeeling · 25 days

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Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.

R. M. Drake

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wedarkacademia · 3 months

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—If We Were Villains, M. L. Rio

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andrumedus · 1 year

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Every day I get more convinced that I was created for you alone. It is through your eyes that I saw the world; on your lips my poems were born. Without you, my life is a wasteland. I am colorless, tasteless, smelling like a land never visited by rain.

Rawda el-Haj, tr. & ed. Adil Babikir, Modern Sudanese Poetry: An Anthology; “Heart’s Confessions”

#literature #poetry #rawda el-haj #modern sudanese poetry: an anthology #lovers at the edge of eros #we sit in each other's souls #you you you #sudanese lit #m #x

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thoughtkick · 3 months

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Be willing to go alone sometimes. You don’t need permission to grow. Not everyone who started with you will finish with you. And that’s OK.

M. Scott Peck

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perfectfeelings · 6 months

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She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.

Catherynne M. Valente

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perfectquote · 5 months

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She picked up the broken pieces of her life and created something beautiful. From that day forth she shone like the sun and changed the definition of broken.

Randall M. Gore

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thehopefulquotes · 28 days

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Be willing to go alone sometimes. You don’t need permission to grow. Not everyone who started with you will finish with you. And that’s OK.

M. Scott Peck

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thebluesthour · 9 months

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Rachel Hadas, from "Green and Gold" [id in ALT]

#lit #quotes #words #literature #poetry #Rachel Hadas #Green and Gold #the lovers #glimmers #m

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resqectable · 1 year

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Be willing to go alone sometimes. You don’t need permission to grow. Not everyone who started with you will finish with you. And that’s OK.

M. Scott Peck

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cor-ardens-archive · 1 year

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Georgee Seferis, tr. Edmund Keeley, Philip Sherrard

#when i began to grow up the trees tormented me -#!!#george seferis #poetry #m. lit.

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soracities · 6 months

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Ama Codjoe, from "The Bluest Nude" [ID'd]

#q #lit #quotes #poetry #typography #id included #ama codjoe #fragments of selfhood #personal #m #x

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quotefeeling · 9 months

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She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.

Catherynne M. Valente

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loversmore · 9 months

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FOURTH NATTAWAT as GUN – MY SCHOOL PRESIDENT (2023) for @hyunsung ♡

#my school president #mspedit #dailyasiandramas #thaidramaedit #fourth nattawat #emsigifs #*mine #*tvshows #ten thousand years and breakdowns and essays later :( tadan :(#(ten thousand colourings too *cries*)#i know it’s a downgrade to nanon set </3 #but i hope these fourteen ducks can be a mini lit of happiness and that you will always smile when you’ll think about our silly show :(#start thinking about your christmas gif because i already miss having something to make for you :((#🐥🐢 <3 #(technically just 🐥 but just like 4g (and us) they come in a package)#chan rak khun + jub jub. <3 #🤍💌#*3 mr president sets 4 m #for m 🍃

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andrumedus · 6 months

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There is an ache that begins in the sound of an old blues song. It becomes a house where all the lights have gone out but one. And it burns and burns until there is only the blue smoke of dawn and everyone is sleeping in someone's arms even the flowers even the sound of a thousand silences. And the arms of night in the arms of day. Everyone except me.

Joy Harjo, In Mad Love and War; “Summer Night”

#literature #poetry #joy harjo #in mad love and war #increments of longing #tender‚ delicate #loneliness of the lover #indigenous lit #american lit #m #x

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