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"When I speak of poetry I am not thinking of it as a genre. Poetry is an awareness of the world, a particular way of relating to reality. So poetry becomes a philosophy to guide a man throughout his life."

by Andrei Tarkovsky

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“Love breaks my bones and l laugh”

by Charles Bukowski

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“October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.”

by Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop // @historycizinglove

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“I will cut adrift. I will sit on pavements and drink coffee. I will dream. I will take my mind out of its iron cage and let it swim this fine October.”

by Virginia Woolf, an excerpt from a diary entry // @historycizinglove

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“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”

by L.M. Montgomery // @historycizinglove

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“October is a mighty Month”

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Sarah Tuckerman (October 1885) // @historycizinglove

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“October will heal us. Fall descends to bring heaven to earth. There is only peace and autumn chill. October will heal us.”

by anvita bhogadi, an excerpt from october //. @historyzinglove

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“There between the curtains was the October night, calm and lovely, with a star or two caught in the yellowing trees.”

by Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own // @historycizinglove

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“ ‘Only today,' he said, today, in October sun, it's all gold sky and tree and water. Everything just before it changes looks to be made of gold.”

by Eudora Welty, in The Wide Net and Other Stories // @historycizinglove

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"October was always the least dependable of months… full of ghosts and shadows”

by Joy Fielding, @historycizinglove

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"In October, a maple tree before your window lights up your room like a great lamp. Even on cloudy days, its presence helps to dispel the gloom”

by John Burroughs // @historycizinglove

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“October had tremendous possibility.

The summer's oppressive heat was a distant memory, and the golden leaves promised a world full of beautiful adventures. They made me believe in miracles.”

by Sarah Guillory, in Reclaimed // @historycizinglove

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"He loved October. Had always loved it. There was something sad and beautiful about it - the ending and beginning of things."

by Jacqueline Woodson // @historycizinglove

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It's night again and you go to bad

hoping, as always,

for a better (easier) tomorrow

“can she find me?" you wonder,

knowing that happiness

is for those who don’t need it

maybe you will have an orgasm

that will last longer

perhaps even miscieve cronos,

and escape time

But your know that the night,

hand in hand with her lover

Will be back.

So you drown yourself,

in the memory of your early

morning

it’s night again and

finally, your last

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The longing to touch / be touched. I feel gratitude when I touch someone-as well as affection, etc. The person has allowed me proof that I have a body-and that there are bodies in the world.

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I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall - like seeking love in a whorehouse.

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I suffer from a chronic nausea-after I'm with people. The awareness (after-awareness) of how programmed I am, how insincere, how frightened.