elysianightt
elysianightt
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˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚wielding the twin arts of medicine and poetry
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elysianightt · 22 days ago
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Claudia Rankine, from her book titled Don't Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric
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elysianightt · 1 month ago
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Sylvia Plath, from a letter featured in The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. 1: 1940-1956
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elysianightt · 1 month ago
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Emily Brontë, from "Wuthering Heights," originally published in 1847
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elysianightt · 1 month ago
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Maria Polydouri, translated by Manolis Aligizakis, from “Near You,”
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elysianightt · 1 month ago
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Federico García Lorca, from a letter to María del Reposo Urquía, featured in The Selected Letters
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elysianightt · 1 month ago
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— Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
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elysianightt · 1 month ago
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— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin (Vol. 1: 1931-1934) (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
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elysianightt · 1 month ago
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— virginia woolf , carlyle's house and other sketches (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
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elysianightt · 2 months ago
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elysianightt · 2 months ago
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painting this on the ceiling above my bed so it's the first thing i see upon waking in the morning and the last thing i see before falling asleep at night
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elysianightt · 2 months ago
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Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen
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elysianightt · 2 months ago
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"I still feel that poetry is not medicine — it's an X-ray. It helps you see the wound and understand it. We all feel alienated because of this continuous violence in the world. We feel alone, but we feel also together. So we resort to poetry as a possibility for survival. However, to say I survived is not so final as to say, for example, I'm alive. We wake up to find that the war survived with us."
Dunya Mikhail, Revisiting Iraq Through The Eyes Of An Exiled Poet
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elysianightt · 2 months ago
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— jessica therese, from ‘a different kind of heartbreak’ (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
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elysianightt · 2 months ago
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April, 1932 The diary of Anaïs Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]
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elysianightt · 2 months ago
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April 28, 1966 Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters First published: 1977
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elysianightt · 2 months ago
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She wondered how to un-know certain things, certain specific things that she knew but did not wish to know.
― Arundhati Roy, The Ministry Of Utmost Happiness.
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elysianightt · 2 months ago
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"You may be right after all," I said to him in the kitchen. "You may be right, but you'll never win." "I think the opposite," he smiled, "We may turn out to be wrong, but we have already won."
― Arundhati Roy, The Ministry Of Utmost Happiness.
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