i was born in spring / there is irony in how everything i touch rots.
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from i mother it, the absence of her ii. i was hard to bear from the very start.
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is it easy to love and be loved?
patience, persistence, pain never will outweigh the blossoming feeling of butterflies in the garden of your heart and the healing it does to your soul.
love, as it is, requires the greatest seen effort as well as those that are too menial to be noticed.
to yearn for the warmth of contact, and embrace to never let go
to catch oneself longing for the presence, and endure the pain of waiting
to ponder what the world offers, and to give a piece of the earth
to care and nourish the wellbeing, and to wish well on the wanders
to continue what is good and kind, and to push through the madness of emotions.
to live life as your own, and to live life being theirs
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Connoisseur
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I'm sorry I get
So dirty.
When I see you,
Everything in me catches fire.
I don't know how to share that flame,
Without making you
Whimper.
Know that when I
Tilt your head back
To look up at me..
It's because art was meant
To be enjoyed.
And I want to enjoy
Every
Inch
Of you.
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Mahmoud Darwish, from "In the Presence of Absence," originally published in 2006
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Would you like to find out what you would be the god of? Take my new uqiz to find out
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I just know Franz Kafka would have done fucking numbers on Tumblr
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Sonia Sanchez, from Like the singing coming off the drums: Love Poems; “Remembering and Honoring Toni Cade Bambara”
[Text ID: “i have stored in my / blood the / memory of your voice”]
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— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
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“You don’t know what a wild, crazy longing I have, what an ache there is inside me.”
Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
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i don't know how to flirt so i just stare at you like a cat dragged out of a dumpster and hope you can see the longing in my panicked gaze
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Reminder
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I love you,
Even when the wind is blowing.
When the thunder is rolling.
When the sky seems like it might
Cave in above us.
You're constant.
The ever present reminder
That every storm must pass.
And while the worst storms leave
Carnage that shakes our roots-
I think of you.
With your silly socks
Beneath black boots.
And I smile.
I really,
Really
Smile.
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