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hey, how are you? I hope you're doing well, you deserve it.

that’s very kind, thank you. i’d love to know who this is!

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my mouth is a clenched fist

that’s pulsing at the fingertips -

they tell the novice boxers

to keep the thumb pressed against

the knuckles to keep from breaking,

but i’ve never been the type

to shy away from the hurt.

i want to know what it is to heal

from the inside out,

to feel the bones mend like words

strength together after an uncomfortable silence.

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“Here’s an antidote to survival: imagine a closeness where there was only cosmos.”

— Christina Olivares, from “Girl,” published in Apogee

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The movie is the marriage of the ordinary and the extraordinary because it’s the story of a woman that falls in love with a river God. And where does she keep him? In her bathtub. So, in this montage I’m going to show you symbolic little things that remind you of her routine alone; the boiled eggs, which she used to share alone and that have a very sexual connotation of activities alone; the bathtub, she’s looking at the bathtub making plans, perhaps, for her future with the creature; and her love of musicals.

– Guillermo del Toro

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They say that Artemis never loved before Orion That he was her first  and her last But they seem to forgot that Artemis had a heart as big as the forests she hunted in Artemis loved every animal she came across She loved the thrill of the hunt and what the woods looked like at night Most of all she loved her maidens She loved the sound of their laughter How their pounding feet ran right beside hers She loved how devoted they were to their fellow girls How much they loved and were loved in return Artemis has always been a loving goddess One just has to look a bit deeper to see

(via delphiapollon)

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…Without you I wouldn’t have moved this way, to speak the language of flowers.

Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife Véra (1924), Letters to Véra (via soracities)

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I know nothing except that I’m waiting for you and that you never come.

Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Caitlyn Thomas written c. May 1953 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I’ve not done much I’ve loved too little And I’m tired of running

Frank O’Hara, from ‘Lines Across the United States’, Poems Retrieved (via soracities)

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— margaret atwood, excerpt of circe/mud poems

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Our bodies, brushstroke, pigment, motif; our story, figment, suspension of disbelief.

Carol Ann Duffy, from ‘Art’, Rapture (via soracities)

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‘Love’, this English word: like other English words it has tense. 'Loved’ or 'will love’ or 'have loved’. All these specific tenses mean Love is time-limited thing. Not infinite. It only exist in particular period of time. In Chinese, Love is '爱’ (ai). It has no tense. No past and future. Love in Chinese means a being, a situation, a circumstance. Love is existence, holding past and future. If our love existed in Chinese tense, then it will last for ever. It will be infinite.

Xiaolu Guo, A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers (via soracities)

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The small of the back has its answers for all our wrong turns, even the slightest, those aches there’s no name for, or source, and the mole in the mirror, a black moon of sudden importance, can turn your hours into love’s rapt attention.

Dave Smith, opening lines to “Cuba Night,” Cuba Night: Poems (Quill, 1990)

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And suddenly, she longed for a thunderstorm.

Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting (via wordsnquotes)

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How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?

Virginia Woolf, Selected Essays. (via wordsnquotes)

#this is important #and it's what art is all about #we create so we can live #not the other way around