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I need you to lull this sick heart to sleep, and this soul that never knew how to find you, and this wounded flesh that still yearns for you.

Dulce María Loynaz, tr. James O’Connor, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “LXXXVIII”

#❖ ⌈ musings ⌋ – ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ． #❖ ⌈ ♡ to ratchet ⌋ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．

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optimus study

#❖ ⌈ image ⌋ – ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢs． #❖ ⌈ optimus ⌋ – ɪ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ． #❖ ⌈ storm's art ⌋ – ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴇᴍᴘᴏʀɪᴜᴍ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．

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        the 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 person i’m willing to sacrifice for the safety of others         is ｍｙｓｅｌｆ

#❖ ⌈ musings ⌋ – ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．

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Tenderness is deep emotional concern about another being, its fragility, its unique nature, and its lack of immunity to suffering and the effects of time. Tenderness perceives the bonds that connect us, the similarities and sameness between us. Olga Tokarczuk

#❖ ⌈ musings ⌋ – ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．

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Imbibing Moonlight

Watercolor On Black Paper

2023, 30"x 22"

White Cherry Blossoms

Private Collection -Pikesville, MD

#❖ ⌈ aesthetic ⌋ – ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ғʀᴀɪʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴇ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．

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Softest of mornings, hello. And what will you do today, I wonder,       to my heart? And how much honey can the heart stand, I wonder,       before it must break?

Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays and Other Writings; “Poem: Softest of Mornings”

#❖ ⌈ musings ⌋ – ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ． #❖ ⌈ ♡ to ratchet ⌋ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．

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wheezes and dies

#❖ ⌈ image ⌋ – ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢs． #❖ ⌈ optimus ⌋ – ɪ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ． #❖ ⌈ ratchet ⌋ – ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴇʀᴇ． #❖ ⌈ op/ratch ⌋ – ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ． #❖ ⌈ storm's art ⌋ – ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴇᴍᴘᴏʀɪᴜᴍ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．

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#❖ ⌈ musings ⌋ – ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．

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i am  afraid  that if i  open myself i will not stop pouring. (why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain  gave me such shame.)

Jamie Oliveira, Erosion

#❖ ⌈ musings ⌋ – ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ． #❖ ⌈ ♡ to ratchet ⌋ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．

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There is love in your body but you can't hold it in It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin The tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts

#❖ ⌈ image ⌋ – ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢs． #❖ ⌈ optimus ⌋ – ɪ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ． #❖ ⌈ ratchet ⌋ – ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴇʀᴇ． #❖ ⌈ op/ratch ⌋ – ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ． #❖ ⌈ storm's art ⌋ – ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴇᴍᴘᴏʀɪᴜᴍ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．

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I would never tie you down, not even with garlands of roses. I don’t want anything from you that doesn’t come from your own impulse, like water from the springs.

Dulce María Loynaz, tr. James O’Connor, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “XLVI”

#❖ ⌈ musings ⌋ – ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ． #❖ ⌈ ♡ to ratchet ⌋ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．

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You reach into my chest with the hand of your affection, beneath the ribs. You touch to where the soreness is harshest, where this ache was birthed, and you fearlessly caress this ache, these sharp points of pain. You run your fingers over me so effortlessly, a skilled surgeon seeking out the disease, to scalpel it from me. Each wince holds a healing. I let you dig further into me, without the numbing agent of poetry. I let you go right to the calamity of my existence and I let you hold me, I watch you examine me—am I still lovely? You bring me to your lips and whisper, “yes you are lovely.” With a hungry heart you devour me. I fall away to your consuming, savouring your savouring. How is it you could find in me anything worth this adoring of your mouth, your hands, your lips, your encompassing embrace. You bring me into your hold and I am in the presence of grace—you become to me, a most sacred most secluded most tranquil place. In a world such as this, you are a peace when all else is a war.

—The Hollow Quiet

#❖ ⌈ ♡ to ratchet ⌋ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ． #❖ ⌈ musings ⌋ – ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．

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#❖ ⌈ musings ⌋ – ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ． #❖ ⌈ ♡ to ratchet ⌋ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．

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Truth is, I want you to be safe, want you to sleep so I can sleep.

Sam Cheuk, Postscripts from a City Burning; “11/06/19 (2)”

#❖ ⌈ musings ⌋ – ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ． #❖ ⌈ ♡ to ratchet ⌋ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．

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it’s their’s to burn

sharing a cigarette with joan of arc - dante émile ( @orpheuslament ) // photography by brendon burton

#❖ ⌈ musings ⌋ – ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ． #❖ ⌈ aesthetic ⌋ – ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ғʀᴀɪʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴇ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．

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from "Our Heartbeats synchronize"

#❖ ⌈ musings ⌋ – ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ． #❖ ⌈ ♡ to ratchet ⌋ – ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．

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Stroke by / stroke my / body remembers that life and cries for / the lost parts of itself—

Mary Oliver, excerpt of “The Sea” from New and Selected Poems

#❖ ⌈ musings ⌋ – ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ． #❖ ⌈ queue ⌋ – ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ．