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Murmur, Cameron Barnett

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near-life experience

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I saw God and she was nothing like you said

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“you never thought your body could be anything except bruised. your locked door. your haunted house. the unlearning is taking so long.”

// Fortesa Latifi, “fingertips,” We Were Young

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Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from The Most Foreign Country; “I am…”

[Text ID: “my wings? / two rotting petals”]

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“let’s run away together” trope fucks me up bc it’s almost always doomed. but what if it’s not this time.

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It’s natural to be tired of earth. When you’ve been dead this long, you’ll probably be tired of heaven. You do what you can do in a place but after a while you exhaust that place, so you long for rescue.

Louise Glück, “In the Café” from A Village Life: Poems

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Either way, no one looks up. Everyone just pushes ahead, and the smell of the past is everywhere, the thyme and rosemary rubbing against your clothes, the smell of too many illusions—

Louise Glück, “Sunrise” from A Village Life: Poems

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Two Butterflies by Giovanna Garzoni (Italian, 1600–1670)

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Moonlit Scene, Houses at Night, Léon Bonvin, 1864

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fiona apple photographed by jin ohashi, 1999