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L. V., meet me at the epilogue

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Ella Risbridger, from In The Kitchen: Essays on Food and Life

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waco, texas (demo) - ethel cain

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June 11, 1914 [From Lou Andreas-Salomé to Rainer Maria Rilke] Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters (1897-1926)

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June 11, 1914 [From Lou Andreas-Salomé to Rainer Maria Rilke] Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters (1897-1926)

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June 11, 1914 [From Lou Andreas-Salomé to Rainer Maria Rilke] Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters (1897-1926)

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L. V., excerpts from a past life

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even a flower can bloom in the desert

although it has taken a while, my mind has expanded as the roots of an oak reach into the ground searching for nutrient and water, each synapse feels more intricate, more wrapped up within the glee, spanning your whole body as they receive;

my skin still seems to stretch when needed, and so do my clothes, like a glove that fits just right and hugs all the right edges; each curve and hump are covered like a freshly healed battle-wound's scar.

just like my mom always told me, i am letting this light shine; i am not sure of the reason, how, when, or why. i am sure, though, about the brightness of the shining; the length of the rays i radiate, the warmth of the frequency i do emit, and the tone of my illumination;

this journey isn't going to end, not even after death, as life goes on forever when you live through the senses; sweetly whistling birdsong twirls around inside your ears while i shine on your skin, warming up your face.

immortalized in the way you smile, in every sunrise lives a handwritten poem with lines that appear like silk; the poem brings you back in time to when you were at peace. the sunset similarly spins a tale of nostalgic memories, in which you felt that things were fate, forever to be free.

you lit the spark inside my hearth, ablaze with passion for a life of action for those who need it most; every breath i give to breathe sweeps me off my feet, spins me around on a ballroom floor; dressed in all chiffon and satin-soaked formal wear, the dance we do begins to soothe all the riddles that left me confused.

suddenly, before my eyes, the water that has been hidden for so long, deep within the sand; water, sunlight, and a warm breeze coaxed my softened, aching heart right to the surface of the tree;

what appeared before your eyes, in the height of spring?

in this desert, hot and dry, a flower manages to thrive; giving and being given this flower doth accept and vow as a decree;

from here on out, the flower shouts, "i can bloom here, too!" water may be limited, but limits cannot contain my beautiful blooming.

-g.b.

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Bees

by Jane Hirshfield

In every instant, two gates. One opens to fragrant paradise, one to hell. Mostly we go through neither.

Mostly we nod to our neighbor, lean down to pick up the paper, go back into the house.

But the faint cries — ecstasy? horror? Or did you think it the sound of distant bees, making only the thick honey of this good life?

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Forgive me, I am soft and warm, but cruel and a coward, I know nothing but goodbye

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Forgive me, I am soft and warm, but cruel and a coward, I know nothing but goodbye, goodbye

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L. V., meet me at the epilogue

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I MISS A LOVE I NEVER HAD; ON LONGING

unknown // haruki murakami // unknown // lucille clifton // emily palermo // mahmoud darwish // frank o’hara.

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“What is homeland? To hold on to your memory – that is homeland.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from “The Homeland: Between Memory and History,” Journal of an Ordinary Grief (Archipelago, 2010)

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Huge Tumblr Blogs that Steal: Omaxy

ORIGINAL by 'LONG TIME ∞' (on pinterest)

STOLEN & REPOSTED by Omaxy

This is in violation of Tumblr's policy:

Omaxy tries to take credit (misattribution) by tagging themselves (#omaxy) and did not include the link to the source on pinterest.

The pinterest user also explicitly states they don't want you to repost without credit.

THE MORE SERIOUS ISSUE NOW: HARASSMENT

Many huge blogs (like omaxy) got caught stealing content and are now making false harassment claims to try to distract from the fact that they were stealing:

Basically they made this blog called 'please-report-his-account' where they created a fake 'harasser' called 'Yasir' who just so happens 'lives in India' as the person they are falsely accusing of owning the quotes blogs they were stealing from. Their harassment claims are not only false but also racist.

They are now harassing me and targeting my blog with their lies and bullying because I am posting proof of them violating Tumblr's policies:

This is in violation of Tumblr's policy:

thank you for sending more proof!! if anyone else wants to help, send more screenshots, reblog and report these accounts for Misattribution, Non-attribution and Harassment.

many people are believing them only because they have a huge following. this is just one proof. see more proof posted on this blog.

these repeat violations should result in 'permanent blog suspension' (Tumblr's User Guidelines) @staff

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Direct inspiration below, but if you'd like, here is the link to more of Byron Smith's work from Testament '22.

https://www.byronsmithphoto.com/index/G0000VNIX34XAEqE