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backroadboy · 5 months
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Dinosaur, Richard Siken
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lets-get-lit · 2 months
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I miss you more than I remember you.
- Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
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fromdarzaitoleeza · 8 months
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[Quotes:Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides/ prayer, tathève simonyan/carole maso, the art lover /Audre Lorde, from a letter to Pat Parker featured in Sister Love: The Letters of Audre Lorde & Pat Parker/Jannate winterson/Takuboku Ishikawa, tr. by Tamae K. Prindle, from The Selected Poems; "A Love Song to Myself,"/Ashe Vernon, from "Buried," Not a Girl/Marion James, Black Leopard, Red Wolf//paintings: Pinterest]
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fairydrowning · 2 years
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"I feel very small. I don't understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things."
-Anais Nin, "Nearer the Moon"
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llovelymoonn · 7 months
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barbara crooker spillway: "and now it's september"
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adhoori mulakat hee toh, fir se milne ki wajah hoti hai.
- Gulzar Sahab
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sillytriumphdragon · 2 months
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ghostpervert · 2 years
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How the mundane becomes novel, open flesh and layers of skin, vigilantism of your crimes, silent regret- when will this bloody cycle end ?
(pic by @jebanydebil2115 )
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girlonedge · 1 year
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Tonight, the stars have my lips, and the moon has my heart.
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depressed-musiclover · 4 months
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Dear heart, please let these feelings fade .
-Perry poetry
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tennantloki · 5 months
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giving aria montgomery in 2023
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gairwhoknows · 4 months
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I'll talk to you later
It's night i have to die
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liquid-queer · 2 months
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Love - a poem by me
I love my friends;
I love my favorite foods;
I love not feeling romantic attraction;
I love being me;
I love the person I call my girlfriend;
I love even when people say I'm not real;
Or a monster;
Or debate my life in front of my face;
I love being asexual;
I love doing typically romantic things;
I love being aroace;
I love knowing I have people to support me;
To comfort me;
To care for me when I can't force it;
To make me not feel alone;
I love that I'm genderfluid;
I love my androgynous features;
I love my masculine features;
I love my feminine features;
I love dressing up;
I love all these things;
and people;
and experiences;
and things I'll never admit to anyone;
So then why, even though I'm a person;
A person like the rest of you;
Do I have to fight to be seen;
To be heard;
To be recognized;
To be called a human;
To not feel like my asexuality;
or my transness;
or my aromanticism;
or anything else that is human;
is not such?
Am I not a student, mentor, sibling, child, partner, parental figure, human, like the rest of you?
Are people who are both like and unlike me and you not human either?
If the things we see as human are only the things we understand, and we never fully understand anything, is no trait a human trait?
Is no person?
Where does the line draw, in the sand of morality, in the oceans of bias, in the hard rock of logic?
Does the line draw only for those you deem equal?
Why am I not an equal?
Why are my fellows not equal?
Why, if we are people like you, and your lovers, your children, your parents, grandparents, aunts or uncles, teachers, cousins, community members, friends; why if we are no different to you, must you treat us so?
We didn't ask for your cruel words and dislike or something other in your eyes.
We ask to be aloud to live.
To err is human, so is to love.
You say this, yet those of us who love differently, who don't feel one or two special brands of attraction, are cast out and scorned.
Why, please tell me, so I can bring to you my words, soaked in pain and misunderstanding, and cleanse them for your eyes;
Cleanse your ears that hear me wrong;
Cleanse the world which gives such pain to those it will not see.
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fromdarzaitoleeza · 1 year
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fairydrowning · 1 year
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"أنا من أولئك، ممن يموتون حين يحبون."
"I'm one of them, those who die when they love."
– Mahmoud Darwish, Via "nizariat" on Tumblr
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dontwannagobackhome · 1 month
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With you, its easier.
-Vedika.
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