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notyourmusebby · 2 months
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no rizz just brown sparkly loving eyes and a soft smile
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missnotstarry · 8 months
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Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers
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lovely-abeille · 10 months
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how'd your parents die again?, fatimah asghar // anna kamienska // mabel, becca del la rosa // ? // heather havrilesky // maya angelou // the fall of the house of usher, steven beroff
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jack-the-fool · 9 months
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Today, I will not apologize when I do not know who I am playing
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2armsnaheartbeat · 2 years
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vlindervin7 · 2 years
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ocean vuong really put the lines 'dont worry. your father is only your father until one of you forgets' and 'the most beautiful part of your body is wherever your mother's shadow falls' and 'dont be afraid, the gunfire is only the sound of people trying to live a little longer / and failing' and 'the most beautiful part of your body is where it's headed. & remember, loneliness is still time spent / with the world' and 'your dead friends pass through you like wind / through a wind chime' all in ONE POEM and expected me to move on as if i ever stood a chance
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traits and stories of the welsh peasantry (1849) - anne beale
"all hallows' een"
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crueldesire · 6 months
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bones and all (2022) dir. luca guadagnino / ‘the war of vaslav nijinsky,’ frank bidart
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fatimaamerbilal · 7 months
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s all the blood in my mouth screams devastatingly desperate, miserable girl.
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in-restless-walks · 1 month
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il-predestinato · 8 months
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Apparently a renowned poet posted something on Twitter about Lestappen, his name is Richard Siken
The way I screamed when I saw that yesterday - 🙈🙊
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No but for real, every single poem is about them:
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geryone · 8 months
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Heed the Hollow, Malcolm Tariq
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invisible-brandy · 6 months
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Suptober: close shave
it was a real close shave when cas got drunk and almost kissed him. he almost made a terrible mistake, dean is sure that that's all it was. a mistake.
typed out text in the alt text if anyone needs it
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catilinas · 8 months
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Isobel Williams, Switch: The Complete Catullus
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ivynightshade · 6 months
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time.
[text id: i feel the need to apologise to everyone who knows me. the inconvenience that i have caused them by making my existence known. i walk into a room, and search for an empty seat, so that no one has to go through the painful act of sitting with me.]
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zedif-y · 10 months
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there are reasons to kiss you, hidden in the curve of your smile.
you laugh and it's beautiful, something giddy in my sun-warmed cheeks. my hands twitch at my sides, and i wonder.
there's a Filipino tradition, one i've heard of but never really seen.
harana, my relatives call it. men serenading women under the cover of night, guitar in hand and illuminated by the moon. they repeat that, over and over. only at night, my lola says. it's too hot, too bright during the day.
i mouth the words: harana, serenade. i think about standing outside your window, lips parted in song.
i wonder if i should kiss you. soft lips on mine, your back pressed against a wall. shadows cradling us like curtains. you say something, then, and i find i can't quite meet your eyes.
it's strange, isn't it, how i find more solace in the dark.
(too hot, too bright, too exposed in the day.)
we talk, but i don't remember what about. you grin like the sun, and like the tide the words well in my throat, pushing, pushing...
hey, what if...
i look down at the ground. my mouth stays shut.
the sky is growing darker, pinks turning into purples turning into blues. it's not quiet, but sitting in this corner, i can almost pretend.
my thoughts drift. i think about learning the guitar.
you don't sing much, but neither do i.
that's okay, i think, gaze on the horizon. on the setting sun. it doesn't have to be good. it just has to be you.
your hair sways in the wind, the skin of your neck exposed. a part of me wonders how you'd react, then, if i kissed that spot— a giggle, a shocked gasp?
i tear my eyes away, nails digging into the meat of my palm.
i wish, i think to myself, that this came easier to me.
our friends wave at us some distance away. the moment is broken, dusting ourselves off from the pavement.
we don't kiss. a sigh unravels from my chest.
(under a blanket of stars, would i have been braver?)
i'd sing for you, is the thing. i'd sing for you. does it have to be profound? does it have to shake the earth, make flowers bloom from the grass?
i can only give you my voice, awkward and stilted and a little too soft.
i hope the moon answers my prayer. i hope she tells me it's enough.
(maybe, one night, i'll be brave.)
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