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tiredpercyjackson · 18 days
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i had a dream about you so i slept a little longer
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it's such a bummer that losing control of your emotions only makes the entire situation worse in really embarrassing personal ways. losing control of my emotions should give me pyrokinesis.
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feeling normal about this hanif abdurraqib poem
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THE AUTHOR WRITES THE FIRST DRAFT OF HIS WEDDING VOWS
(An erasure of Virginia Woolf’s suicide letter to her husband, Leonard)
Dearest,
I feel certain I am going mad again.
we will go through terrible times. And recover. I begin to hear your voice, and can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems
will give me the greatest possible happiness.
I don’t think two people could have been happier with this disease. I know
that without you I can’t properly feel.
What I want to say is You have
saved me.
Everything has gone from me
but the certainty of your goodness.
/end ID]
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tiredpercyjackson · 18 days
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the universal college experience, no matter your major, is learning how remarkably fucked everything is. except business majors theyre having a great time learning to do basic arithmetic and and staring at that one supply and demand graph where the line goes up
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i just love how because emily dickinson’s poems are classified by their first lines, accidental little poems just appear all the time in indexes and the table of contents. for example:
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tiredpercyjackson · 18 days
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I’m fine
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“you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves” i wish i were an animal with a hard shell
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Turning yourself into a self destruct button is not the self- preservation instinct you think it is
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daily tasks are: wake up haunted, get sick, wallow, memory loss, grief, get sick, do the dishes
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James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
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To the Bone, Dorothy Allison 
[ID: That summer I did not go crazy / but I wore / very close / very close / to the bone.]
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not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing (so devoted the lines blur)
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emily berry
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My era rn is uncategorizable. The the way I am living is unheard of
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Now there is no step she can take in any direction. She weeps suddenly, stops suddenly, laughs. Sorry! I’m empty. I mean, tired. Today. Inside her chest everything is ablaze.
— Anne Carson, "Poor Houdini" (x)
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“ars poetica with parallel dimensions” by George Abraham from We Call to the Eye & the Night: Love Poems by Writers of Arab Heritage
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