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remanence-of-love · 3 days
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feral-ballad · 1 day
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Caitlin Bailey, from Solve for Desire: Poems; “Poppies”
[Text ID: “My body is a bruise, purpled with loss. / I am tired of swallowing your name, / finding ink on each of your shirts, / red petals in the pages of books.”]
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venezashade · 1 day
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He was a good man. And an even better friend. And you killed him.
Happy Malevoversary 2024! Here is my contribution. I’ve chosen the prompt “Loss”. Enjoy my mess!
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heartofmuse · 12 hours
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People have come and taken volumes from my shelves and never returned them. I still hold the empty spaces within me.
e.v.e.
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softheartsecrets · 2 days
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bl00dfroma-fairy · 1 day
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emanblr · 12 hours
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💔 the endless amount of pain the apartheid state of Israel- the biggest terrorists on the planet the zionists have inflicted over decades on the Palestinians.
Their lust for Palestinian land is insane
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deathismoment0 · 3 days
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-MomentØ
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michaelmylove · 11 hours
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Bit late but…
malevoversary day 1: Loss
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everythingever · 5 months
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the vocabulary of loss is the dictionary
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cerleansky · 2 years
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The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
~Edit~
Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.
I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.
This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.
That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.
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remanence-of-love · 2 days
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feral-ballad · 3 days
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Rosario Castellanos, tr. by Magda Bogin, from The Selected Poems of Rosario Castellanos; "Wailing Wall"
[Text ID: “Among all things I seek Your trace and do not find it.”]
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roadworxx · 9 months
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haleyincarnate · 18 days
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Forgive yourself.
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ghoulpoole · 1 month
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dear nex,
your school failed you.
your peers failed you.
the hospital failed you.
authorities fail you,
adults fail you,
words fail you.
i fail you,
and i'm so sorry.
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