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“These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.”

— Najwa Zebian

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I walk away when I can’t stand being near you any longer, knowing that if you touch me again I might burn up in the cold air. I never told you anything important about myself but if you had asked, if you had paused to listen, I would have said: my dreams take place in the rainy season.

— Nina Mingya Powles, from “Falling City,” Magnolia, 木蘭 (via lifeinpoetry)

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For three days and three nights I prayed to the thing called god so hard I choked on the spit in my mouth. I clenched my hands until they went red. I dug my fingernails into flesh so hard little scarlet moons appeared. I shut my eyes so tight I thought my forehead would bleed. My head, my heart, everything on the inside was burning. No matter how many times I entered the cool waters of the pool, I left the wet with a fire in me. Mercy did not come from god the father. Mercy came from a book.

Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water: A Memoir (via feral-ballad)

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"Last night I dreamt of you and I swear you were right here, laying next to me with our fingers entangled and lips yearning to be embraced. I felt your touch like a lightning strike and I swear you loved me in that dream. And moments later - wide awake, I think you still love me now."

(forgotten-lovers)

A.M (@white.lilies_)

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You walk into places with thick air,

Eyes darting straight through the crowds

Get drunk on the strongest liquid you can find

have your shoulders back, head held up,

and inhale the smoke that gets you high.

even when you feel like crumbling down.

Smile and wave, smile and wave.

My friend, that is how you survive.

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Sometimes a whiff of cigarette smoke clinging to the air

Or the space ‘tween sleep and awake as I reach across the bed

First thing in the morning when the wrong alarm sounds late

Or when I turn to share something and laugh as I go about my day

These little moments where you belong catch inside my soul

Pockets of wishes and memories twinned around my heart

Leaving softly aching whispers these days we are apart.

The stars shine less brightly when not worshipped in your space

The kitchen warms much differently without the laughter we emanate

Time flew on around the infinite bubble we created

Where love bloomed freely, dreams ran rampant and souls rubbed against each other as if to say

“Welcome home, where have you been these past, empty years?”

But you are still here

In the hint of smoke, in the half slumber, in the memories, in the brightly lit stream of hopes;

You live in the spaces inside me

The only face I can see when I close my eyes

The heart that sets mine aflame, burning unchecked

The body I want to explore until my fingers have memorized its topography

The soul I could get lost in for lifetimes to come and never find an end to its marvels.

©️Courtney Turley 2020

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They asked me what love was to me and all I could think of was you telling me to text you when I got home, always. It‘s you offering to drive because you know I don’t like it. It’s you sharing your fries with me even though I said I wasn’t hungry, it’s making space on the sofa, it’s the small gestures of gentleness, of showing that you want to be with me regardless of my flaws and quirks. It’s feeling at home, knowing exactly where you stand. It feels like belonging. It’s being held up without being touched. Love is caring about someone else, it’s making time for them whether it’s convenient or not, it’s wanting them in your life through the good and the bad. It’s the little things that shape a word as big as love. Love is stumbling through life hand in hand with the person who will help you get up when you fall down, but who will also understand you and take a step back when you feel like you need to get back up on your own.

what is love to you? / n.j.

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“Can you imagine a love so gentle and honest, that it fundamentally changes a person’s nature for the better? Can you imagine a love so good and pure, that it changes someones life?”

— Because I can’t, Excerpt From a Book I’ll Never Write

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I’m still writing love letters that you will never read.

- ten word tragedy

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““But how can we heal with all these tragedies flowing in our blood?” She asked. “We don’t,” I replied as I held her hand. “The reality of life is that some storms end while some storms don’t. Some dark clouds will follow us all our lives. Dark clouds that remind us of our failures, our inner mental demons and our powerlessness over some things that make it extremely difficult to get on with everyday life.” “So how can we survive?” “We survive in moments. Moments when someone who we genuinely care for gives us a glimpse of their own darkness, and that’s when we begin to remember that there’s light, so much light to be found in revealing our own darkness to someone who chooses to embrace it.””

— Juansen Dizon, Born With Tragedy

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“People tend to forget to tell each other how much they love or miss you or need you, and even if they do remember, sometimes they’re just too shy, too scared, too certain it’s the wrong thing to say or the wrong timing. But it’s not. It never is. Say it before it’s too late. For all we know, it could all be different tomorrow.”

— just say the word before it’s too late / n.j.

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“(…) my head is buzzing; I am making scarcely any progress, I keep wanting to start over again and say everything differently the second time around—;”

— Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, published in Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

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Find the Girls on the Negatives: Searching for the Origins of Stunning Photos Found in a Thrift Store

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Pietro Canonica ( 1869- 1959)

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“I have so much of you in my heart.”

— John Keats