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“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”

— Mikko Harvey, from “For M,” Foundry (no. 9, September 2018)

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As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty

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andria, la dispute c. 2008

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Cronaca di un amore (Michelangelo Antonioni, 1950)

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something i wish i had realized earlier: you can write poems on the same subject more than once. you can write, paint, draw the same thing over and over if you want to. you can spend your whole life making art about oranges. i think i always felt this pressure to get it right the first time like i couldn’t go back and use that inspiration again. but you can. you can go back and revisit it. you can pick up the conversation again and again if you have more to say.

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imagine if you were hanging out with your pals and you blurted out some shit like “it’s fucking dumb how you can’t buy just one shoe at a time,” and one of your friends was like “ha ha hang on” and they wrote that down on a piece of paper and passed it to a stranger on the street and that stranger passed it to another and then suddenly every single person in the entire city of topeka, kansas had read your stupid thought and the newspaper was like ‘LOCAL IDIOT WANTS TO BUY JUST ONE SHOE’ and every once in a while some asshole will just come up to you on the street and hand you a single shoe and be like “is this you? is this your fucking brand???? i hate your fucking guts. you disgust me.”

thats what it’s like to have a popular post on tumblr.com

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Life went on without you. Of course, it did. Of course, it does. It was just an ending, they tell me, not the end.

Lang Leav // Collision (via qvotable)

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in grade 11 i was on the phone w this boy i wanted and i owed him a favour or something so i was like “it can be anything you want” and he was like “anything?” and im like ya thats what i fuckin said and he goes “can you explain to me how a fridge works? like how does it stay cold”

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“I can feel your ghost’s hands still burning across my body; for once this ache doesn’t feel like poetry.”

— i’m not sure if it ever will // Haley Hendrick (via haleyincarnate)

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“Some days, I feel like I am rolling on cloud nine, like I am on top of the world when no one else is around. Other days, I feel like ripping my face off, to remove every skin I have on me. Some days, the world feels a little light as my heart beats faster than the wings of a hummingbird. Other days, I just wish to lock myself away, to disappear into thin air. Most of the days, I feel like this world has no place for me. I wish I had not been born.”

— Lukas W. // Anxious (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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Stephen King, Joyland

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All the bright, precious things fade so fast, and they don’t come back.

F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Great Gatsby (via bnmxfld)

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