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I LOVE everything Kimberly Johnson writes; ditto for Mary Szybist. And recently I've been obsessing over Meghan O'Rourke's Halflife. My local used bookstore got a copy of Marie Howe's What the Living Do, so I'm enjoying that now.

Taking notes to add to my tbr list! 😍

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I suddenly got sad about having no one to discuss poetry with.

What poems or poetry collections have you been obsessing over? What is your all-time favourite? I want to knowww

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"stop commenting on actress's bodies" nah actually I think I will continue to comment on the fact that since the rise of ozempic every second actress looks like she's about to blow away in a strong wind because I lived through heroin chic and normalised eating disorders and insane body expectations the FIRST fucking time and saw the damage it did so I'm personally not going to stay silent and let choice feminism make extreme weight loss "acceptable" just because tiktok has convinced some of yall that any choice a woman makes is Valid just because she's a fucking woman like are you all fucking serious right now

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Kim Addonizio, "Knowledge", What Is This Thing Called Love

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Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1923–1927

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the inherent pain of wanting to start again but also the inherent joy of getting to start again

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don’t write me a letter ’cause I’ll always be right here, closer to you than your next breath my dear. btw if you even care

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[grabs your shirt] listen. listen to me. the practical is holy. the everyday is sacred. the simple act of surviving is divine. do you get it? sanctity begins at home, in the hands that build and the lives we live and the deaths we die and the worms that eat our bodies. if making something by hand is not worthy of veneration then nothing is.

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Mady Dooijes (instagram)

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frank o’hara

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Marya Hornbacher, Waiting

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Close-Up (1990) dir. Abbas Kiarostami

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Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary

[text ID: A lovely September day—tender—]

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I keep unplanning the same Sunday. Leg and flower, breeze and terrier, I have no garden and couldn’t be happier.

Brenda Shaughnessy, “Epithalament” from Interior with Sudden Joy

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“In an experiment revealing the importance of having friendships, social psychologists have found that perceptions of task difficulty are significantly shaped by the proximity of a friend. In their experimental design, the researchers asked college students to stand at the base of a hill while carrying a weighted backpack and to estimate the steepness of a hill. Some participants stood next to close friends whom they had known a long time, some stood next to friends they had not known for long, and the rest stood alone during the exercise. The students who stood with friends gave significantly lower estimates of the steepness of the hill than those who stood alone. Furthermore, the longer the close friends had known each other, the less steep the hill appeared to the participants involved in the study. In other words, the world looks less difficult when standing next to a close friend.”

— my new favorite psychological study, done by Schnall, Harber, Stefanucci, and Proffitt and published in the Journal of Experimental Social Psychology.

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"In my culture, we know death intimately. In Arabic, the highest expression of love is the phrase "ya'aburnee" Translated "you bury me" . It means "I love you so much, I'd sooner die than bury you". It was used by mothers in our lineage who were so used to losing their young in war. In my culture, we cannot talk about love without speaking death's name"

-George Abraham, "Untitled," Published In Black Napkin Press