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inksplashgirl · 1 year
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Words Live
From the second I started
to really read
I breathed words
and stories
and I wanted to weave
my own
And I read about
a nun who’s pen
sang with truth
as she told the world
the brilliance of women
and they forced her
to leave her paper
and never write her
beautiful words
again.
But
her words live
still
and so
will mine.
And that’s why I write.
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becomingvecna · 6 months
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— David Cronenberg, Consumed
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words-and-coffee · 8 months
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Alice Te Punga Somerville, Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised - Kupu rere kē
[ID: A poem titled: Kupu rere kē. [in italics] My friend was advised to italicise all the foreign words in her poems. This advice came from a well-meaning woman with NZ poetry on her business card and an English accent in her mouth. I have been thinking about this advice. The convention of italicising words from other languages clarifies that some words are imported: it ensures readers can tell the difference between a foreign language and the language of home. I have been thinking about this advice. Marking the foreign words is also a kindness: every potential reader is reassured that although you're expected to understand the rest of the text, it's fine to consult a dictionary or native speaker for help with the italics. I have been thinking about this advice. Because I am a contrary person, at first I was outraged — but after a while I could see she had a point: when the foreign words are camouflaged in plain type you can forget how they came to be there, out of place, in the first place. I have been thinking about this advice and I have decided to follow it. Now all of my readers will be able to remember which words truly belong in -[end italics]- Aotearoa -[italics]- and which do not.
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thoughtcascades · 2 months
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idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that
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pink-heart-writes · 2 months
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nateconnolly · 9 months
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40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back. 
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bebx · 8 months
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letsbeapoemtogether · 5 months
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Sunrise, Louise Glück
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Don’t let anyone who hasn't been in your shoes tell you how to tie your laces.
k.b. // unknown
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perfectfeelings · 1 month
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Repeat after me: My current situation is not my final destination.
Unknown
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fromdarzaitoleeza · 8 months
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{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}
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inksplashgirl · 1 year
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Pull
Winter's claws are deep in my ankle
Pain flaring as it pulls at me
Always when I least expect it
So long, so, so long until spring
I throw myself against the windows
Desperate to taste the sun, just once
So many months left,
waltzing on the edge of the end
I don't know how to live when I'm so cold
My hands, my brain, my soul
My mind is a wasteland
shadows reaching out, clawing
to pin me down and strangle me slowly
I'm under seige
There's only one way to beat this thing
I have to outlast it
This wolf, it's claws, they don't last forever
It only seems like it
At least, that's what I tell myself.
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thoughtkick · 1 month
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as you get older, you realize that you’re not always right and there’s so many things you could’ve handled better, so many situations where you could’ve been kinder and all you can really do is forgive yourself and let your mistakes make you a better person.
Unknown
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thoughtcascades · 11 months
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I come from a long line of people with something wrong with them
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thehopefulquotes · 2 months
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The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.
Juliette Lewis
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lucidloving · 2 months
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Girlpool—Before the World Was Big // memorial bench quoting Toni Morrison's Sula // @inanotherunivrse // Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You // Zadie Smith, Swing Time // Fall Out Boy—The Kids Aren't Alright // Audrey Emmett // Mikko Harvey, "For M" // Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi) // Langston Hughes, "Poem"
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