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—On Love, Marina Tsvetaeva

[text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.]

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LIES ABOUT SEA CREATURES from ‘Bright Dead Things’ by Ada Limón

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Kingdom Animalia, Aracelis Girmay

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  — Penelope’s Song, Louise Glück  

[text ID: Who wouldn't want you? Whose most demonic appetite could you possibly fail to answer?]

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ON PURPOSE, I'M GOING TO LOVE YOU ON PURPOSE

Jenny Slate // Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue // Pleiades, Anne Carson // Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo // @oriley42 and @earth167 (and a half) on Tumblr // Jodi Picoult from The Book Of Two Ways // The Night Vale, Episode 100, The Toast // Adam Melchor, I Choose You // Kierston White, The Chaos of Stars

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Each Crumbling House, Melody S. Gee

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— Vladimir Mayakovsky, A Cloud in Trousers

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ON FRIENDSHIP, LOSS, & MOVING ON.

Anne Lamott // Edward Hopper - Automat // Robert Frost - This Week Magazine: September 1954, “Robert Frost’s Secret” by Ray Josephs // Raymond Chandler - The Longest Goodbye // funnyhowflowersdothat.co.uk - Mourning and the symbolism of flowers // John Berger - The Shape of a Pocket // Elsa Gidlow - Of a Certain Friendship // Edward Hopper - Morning Sun // Stephen Chbosky - The Perks of Being a Wallflower // Langston Hughes - Poem

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e.e. cummings, “it may not always be so;and i say” (from Chimneys), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[Text ID: “ it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips,which i have loved,should touch another’s,and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart,as mine in time not far away; if on another’s face your sweet hair lay in such silence as i know,or such great writhing words as,uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before the spirit at bay; if this should be,i say if this should be— you of my heart,send me a little word; that i may go unto him,and take his hands, saying,Accept all happiness from me. Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands”]

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[ID screenshot of a tweet from Anaïs Mitchell, posted on 22 June 2019, it says: "lost persephone lyric: 'even where the bricks are stacked, love is blooming through the cracks, even when the light is gone, love is reaching for the sun, it was love that spun the world, when i was a young girl.' happy summer y'all" END ID]

Her mind...

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Raymond Carver, “For Tess”, All of Us: The Collected Poems

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“You remember your first love because they show you, prove to you, that you can love and be loved, that nothing in this world is deserved except for love, that love is both how you become a person and why.”

— John Green (Turtles All the Way Down)

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start here, caitlyn siehl

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Richard Siken / Anne Sexton

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Reminder that whatever you’re writing, you shouldn’t give up because no one else can put the puzzle together the same way you can. It’s unique to you, so stop comparing yourselves to others. That completely eliminates the whole purpose.