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wedarkacademia · 2 months ago
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“give your daughters difficult names. give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. my name makes you want to tell me the truth. my name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.”
― Warsan Shire
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thatfriendat2am · 16 days ago
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If you talk about it, it's because it mattered.
If you hide it for yourself, it's because it has hurt you so deeply that you think communication cannot be the salvation of your wounds.
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goldenangelll · a month ago
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i’ll never admit how badly i want to be wanted. not out loud, at least. i read books and poetry, and i watch films, all about the kind of love that takes your breath away. i want someone to love me. i want someone to wrap their arms around me, to play with my hair, to rub my back. i want to be wanted. i want to be someone’s number one person, their favorite. i want to be the first person they want to tell their good news to. and i can never admit it because if i did, i’d have to admit that i’m terrified i won’t ever be.
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just-wordsandthoughts · 2 months ago
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Nowhere good
Lock the door upon entering,
Make sure no one sees you.
I don't want anyone,
To catch a single glimpse of you.
Late nights and glasses of wine,
Muffled sounds of hushed laughter.
Lingering and tentative brushes of fingers,
Testing unknown waters.
Slowly you lean towards me,
Like a moth drawn to a flame,
Lips brush and my face flush,
"where did this come from?"
I silently ask.
"Nowhere good".
Then you walked away,
With a last sly smirk flashed my way.
Bottle of sunset in my hands,
I sat there wondering,
If you've ever felt this way before.
Now I lay,
With my back pressed to your chest,
You wandering hands entangled in my hair,
"What's on your mind?"
Chuckling, I think,
How do you tell someone,
That they consume your every living thought?
They are the light of your life,
And your punisher after death.
So I just say,
"Nothing good".
- Nandini
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calamansea · 2 months ago
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i think there is something mystical about being inspired. inspiration hits like headlights, and for a moment we are stunned. then it goes away but the glow of the light stays in our eyes like a stain. if we're inspired enough we keep that light and scribble it on a napkin before it goes away, before it leaves our eyes. and in that moment of rush, in that minute of hurry before it's gone forever, we see ourselves in the brightest lights in all the colors we like. it hasn't happened yet, but we see it. we see it clearly.
—iris
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o-captain-bi-captain · a year ago
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I think we ought to read only books that bite and sting us. If the book we are reading doesn’t shake us awake like a blow on the skull, why bother reading it in the first place?
Franz Kafka in a 1904 letter to Oskar Pollak
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