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cannibalism as a metaphor for love but also as a metaphor for metamorphosis and sex and hunger that does not stop at the stomach.
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Every so often I’m haunted by the memory of watching that movie where Rooney Mara eats pie for ten minutes.
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"If you're leaving...", Paruyr Sevak (translated by Tathev Simonyan)
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"memory paints a halo of tender thoughts around you" antique telegraph postcard, circa 1900
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One of my dreams is to at least once be standing just outside of the reach of a rain cloud and watch it rain all over an area but not where I'm at.... And watch the rain advance as the earth and clouds move....!
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“I hope you all find yourselves sleeping with someone you love, maybe not all of the time, but a lot of the time. The touch of a foot in the night is sincere. I hope you like your work, I hope there’s mystery and poetry in your life — not even poems, but patterns. I hope you can see them. Often these patterns will wake you up, and you will know that you are alive, again and again.”
— Eileen Myles, “Universal Cycle.” The Importance of Being Iceland. (via llleighsmith)
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There is nothing more dull and pathetic as my old belongings. But another word for 'dull' and 'pathethic' can be 'familiar' and 'comfortable'. My comfortable things that were created through the passage of time and only the people I am comfortable with can truly know me, embrace me, and console me. Sometimes, we don't want to see them because they are pathetic and dull. But those who can protect me are my people. People who I'm comfortable with, and who have been my people for a long time. This is why we cannot help loving them.
-Reply1988
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