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“Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath: 1950-1962 (ed. Karen V. Kukil)  

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“Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.”

— W. S. Merwin, Separation

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How many times can the same thing break your heart?

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"You know, love doesn't mean "l never want you to change." But I don't think it means "I don't care if you change" either. So I suppose it might mean, "I believe that you'll always be the person I adore." A declaration of faith, perhaps."

– Sayaka Saeki, やがて君になる (Bloom into You), Via "freckled-lili" on Tumblr

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"Somewhere, someone is falling in love with a person who loves them back after a whole winter of being alone and broken. It is the earth's magic to make people trust in the warmth of love again."

– Juansen Dizon, Via "juansendizon" on Tumblr

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god people have always been people. victorian noblewomen stubbed their toes and swore about it. medieval peasants ripped hangnails a little too hard and sucked on it to make it better. cavemen put kids on their shoulders so the kids could get their handprints up on the wall. someone in the 1760s played with their dog and someone in the 1340s dragged themself out of bed at some unholy hour of the morning to soothe a crying baby and someone in the 1550s stuck a flower behind their lovers ear. I'm gonna be sick people have always been people

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saw this massive onion bigger than my entire hand in the produce aisle and immediately snatched it up solely to weigh it and a guy across the aisle asked how much it weighed because he was curious as well and when i told him it was two pounds he excitedly was like “it’s like the biggest one i’ve ever seen..” humanity rocks moment. bonding with strangers over giant onion

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when hands touch

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here it is a very long collection of poems that have squeezed my heart or even held my hand 🤍

if only the young were trees by mahmoud darwish

the meaning of birds by charles smith

song of the open road by walt whitman

at the kitchen sink by camille a. balla

every day as a wide field, every page by naomi shihab nye

feeding the worms by danusha lameris

still by marc alan di martino

do stones feel by mary oliver

you are who I love by aracelis girmay

the patience of ordinary things by pat schneider

comfort by jennifer k. sweeney

mowing by ada limón

nights in the neighborhood by linda gregg

valentine for enest mann by naomi shihab nye

there are birds here by jamaal may

winter poem by nikki giovanni

I’m feeling fabulous possibly too much so but I love it by mary oliver

shoulders by naomi shihab nye

entrance by rainer maria rilke

what I carried by maggie smith

like a small cafe by mahmoud darwish

another day by greg kuzma

keeping things whole by mark strand

meditations in an emergency by cameron awkward - rich

dead stars by ada limón

to the young who want to die by gwendolyn brooks

the world has need of you ellen bass

you reading this be ready by william stanford

in the country of resurrection by ada limón

the round by stanley kunitz

notes on waiting for the dog to find the perfect place to take a shit while morning cuts through the sky, fresh from another darkness by hanif abdurraqib

late summer after a panic attack by ada limón

on a train by wendy cope

good day by kait rokowski

dudes we did not go through the hassle of getting these fake ids for this jukebox to not have any springsteen by hanif abdurraqib

the cats will know by cesare pavese

the way to keep going in antartica

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Christina Rossetti, from "Echo", The Complete Poems

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— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"

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im finally reading so much again and having quiet little early morning walks and eating lots of fruit and writing in my journal and not being a lot on my phone and it feels sooooo nice 🥹

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— Arabelle Sicardi, from “The Year in Ugliness.”

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i can't get over the fact that we can just welcome others into our love; that with our love alone we can create a safe place for them. that we can ease their pain by surrounding them with our love. and that we can expand this place by being loved in return. a meeting of the hearts; building a shelter together.

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for me tumblr is like a place where I go when my life is in absolute chaos, heartbreak and grief, but here I am reading posts and reposting them like it's nobody's bussines, yeah I love it here. it's home <3

#aesthetic #literature #qoute #relatable #dark academia #classics #life #lifemusings

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"I'm not doing awfully well but I'm trying very, very, very hard."

– Anne Sexton, from a letter to Florence Ehrhardt, c. February 1974

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not to sound like a victorian woman suffering from hysteria but i do think going to the sea would fix me