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YOU ARE YOUNG AND YOU STILL HAVE TIME TO BE A PERSON ⭐️ 1) Bright Dead Things by Ada Limón (2015) / 2) Katrin Lillenthal // 3) At the Kitchen Sink by Camille. A. Balla // 5) From this Ask Polly 6) Little Weirds by Jenny Slate (2019) // 7) NASA // 8) The Diaries 1910 - 1923 by Franz Kafka // 9) this photo here // 10) Blue Horses poems by Mary Oliver

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regarding the röttgen pietà, elle emerson

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she let me hit because of my oblique intertextual references

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“You can say anything and I will not abandon you.”

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Helen Oyeyemi, from “White Is for Witching”  

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Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

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October by Mary Oliver

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life actually gets better when you leave the house consistently btw like im serious

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Aria Aber, from Hard Damage; “How to pronounce John Frusciante correctly”

[Text ID: “But how ironic I must be / to have entered a language / wherein I mistake / I will leave you / for / I will love you”]

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Aria Aber, from Hard Damage; “Rilke and I”

[Text ID: “Whether you want it or not, in you sleeps a woman of war,”]

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Karina Borowicz, September Tomatoes

[text ID: The whiskey stink of rot has settled / in the garden, and a burst of fruit flies rises / when I touch the dying tomato plants. / Still, the claws of tiny yellow blossoms / flail in the air as I pull the vines up by the roots / and toss them in the compost. / It feels cruel. Something in me isn’t ready / to let go of summer so easily. To destroy / what I’ve carefully cultivated all these months. / Those pale flowers might still have time to fruit. / My great-grandmother sang with the girls of her village / as they pulled the flax. Songs so old / and so tied to the season that the very sound / seemed to turn the weather.]    

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― Mieko Kawakami, Heaven

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trista mateer, from “girl, isolated”

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nononono what will i do with ol Grizzler

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willem & jude + the moon song

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Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light, Richard Siken

[text ID: How much can you change / and get away with it, / before you turn into / something else, / before it’s some kind of / murder?]