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gl1tchdd · 1 year
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the take that “enemies to lovers doesn’t have to involve violence!!!” is so boring. knives to the throat or don’t bother
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Sonia Sanchez, from Like the singing coming off the drums: Love Poems; “Haiku”
[Text ID: “i am a carnival of / stars a poem of blood.”]
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Leila Chatti, Night Lament in Hergla 
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Blud, Rachel McKibbens
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“I’m falling into the flesh, into the sadness of the body that cannot give up its habits, habits of the hands and skin.”
— Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986, ‘Keep’ by Margaret Atwood (via decreation)
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Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
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Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; "The Teacher"
Text ID: So, I thought I had to become more than / I was, more than I'd been. / but that wasn't it. It seemed rather that / something had to go. Something had to / be let go of.
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gl1tchdd · 1 year
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“eaten by rage, by hate, by love eaten, by death.”
— Octavio Paz, from Loose Stones: VII (tr. by Eliot Weinberger)
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““That’s how you want me, isn’t it?” Her fingers knotted in my hair. “Desperate and jealous. Willing to kill for you.“”
— Elliot Wake, Black Iris (via maryarnorevna)
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Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “Angie”
[Text ID: “drenched in you, chanting your name.”]
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gl1tchdd · 1 year
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““I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way.”
— Gillian Flynn, Dark Places
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Anaïs Nin, from Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love,” The Unexpurgated Diary (1931-1932) of Anaïs Nin
Text ID: There are no limits to what your life could be.
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gl1tchdd · 1 year
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“A lot of people want to kill me, I take great pride in that.”
— Cross Marian (via incorrectdgm)
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bastille // power
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Katherine Larson, from Radial Symmetry; “Gardens in Tunisia”
[Text ID: “There are days that walk through me / and I cannot hold them.”]
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“In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you’re whispering ‘where have you been?’ I say, ‘I’ve been lost but I’m here now. You’re the only person who has ever been able to find me.’”
— Sue Zhao
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