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Mary Oliver

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If no one wants me

Don't worry

I exist for myself

I will take care of myself

And I will love myself

More than anything

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Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings

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Leonard Cohen, from The Complete Poems

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Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1969

Acrylic on wove paper

50 ¼ x 42 ¼ in. (127.5 x 107.2 cm)

Estate/Inventory Number2106.69

Collection of Kate Rothko Prizel. © Kate Rothko Prizel and Christopher Rothko

NGA

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Don't say the L word

I remember the way you ate them, With more sugar than in your tea, In the heat of summer, from my tree.

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cut out words

every letter writer was prayed for by name and need.

that’s prayer.

she had her paws against the glass like she wanted to come in.

the best way to get the last word, is to apologize.

God, be with us, I prayed.

afternoons, I’d find her sprawled across a sofa, snoozing away. it was the very work I had prayed for.

bringing words to life, why not travel with kindred souls?

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bro, the me inside your head is kind to you, right? haha? 🤨

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The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you

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babe are u okay ur crying about closeness lines over time by olivia de recat again

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Every time I read poetry it changes my life in a small but unbelievably important way

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Just imagine that it continuously gets better from here

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“𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠. 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒.”

—Andrea Gibson, "Good Light," Lord of the Butterflies

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“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”

— Andrea Gibson