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feral-ballad · 2 years
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Inside me, something seethes. Inside me, some feral animal claws at my ribcage, trapped.
Molly McCully Brown, from Places I’ve Taken my Body: Essays
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megairea · 4 months
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I think houses live their own lives along a time-stream that’s different from the ones upon which their owners float, one that’s slower. In a house, especially an old one, the past is closer.
Stephen King, Bag of Bones, 1998
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quotefeeling · 4 months
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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perfectfeelings · 4 months
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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drunkaloneagain · 3 months
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letter as poetry (unedited), drunkaloneagain (circa 2017)
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perfeqt · 19 days
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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resqectable · 8 months
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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benitariums · 1 month
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to the guanacos at the syracuse zoo, chen chen (from “when i grow up, i want to be a list of further possibilities”)
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thehopefulquotes · 7 months
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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mitskey · 2 months
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— Mary Oliver, "Orion" from Dream Work
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thoughtkick · 1 year
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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feral-ballad · 2 years
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We are alive. And now the work is to be gentler with ourselves and with the world. I want such a sweet life for you. I want the fierceness of attention, of the light coming over the hill, of your own hand bringing a cup to your mouth. Of love, which will abide so much longer than the fire.
Molly McCully Brown, from Places I've Taken My Body: Essays
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megairea · 5 months
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She is your last and true and only love, he thought, and that’s not evil. It is only unfortunate.
Ernest Hemingway, Across the River and into the Trees, 1950
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soracities · 1 year
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“...I am too much blood to forget blood.”
Clarice Lispector, “Forgiving God” (trans. Katarina Dodson)
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perfectfeelings · 7 months
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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drunkaloneagain · 5 months
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drunkaloneagain, God pours salt on slugs (2022)
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