“Let me be the wave. And if I cannot be the wave, let me be the rupture at the bottom. Let me be that terrible first rift in the dark.”
— Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies
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my parents were like im going to make a daughter that is so beyond help
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The Osei & Pivot Aurel
Fotografia: Michael Oliver Love
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“We were talking nonsense, and I said something silly about unrequited love, and he became very serious, and he stopped me, and he said that unrequited love was not possible; that it was not love. He said that love must be freely given, and freely taken, such that the lovers, in joining, make equal halves of something whole.”
— Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries
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Kay, is it really you?
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Matthew Dickman, from “Montpelier�� [ID in ALT]
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I know it’s not much in the face of everything but I have been finding hope & resilience in palestinian poetry these past few weeks and I created a google drive file of poetry collections by palestinian poets that I will keep updating as I keep on reading. I also recommend checking out @fiercynn’s palestinian poets series for more poets + poetry available online
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Anok Yai attends the 2023 Heidi Klum Halloween Party
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“I want to tell her that I want so badly to be a part of this world, to stand in it, but every hand I touch withholds warmth. The world gathers everywhere beyond me.”
— Victoria Chang, from “Dear Father”, Dear Memory: Letters on Writing, Silence, and Grief
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AKIRA アキラ
1988, dir. Katsuhiro Otomo
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We had to be together now. When his face on my pillow twitched with dreams, I could almost read them. They were my dreams too, my nightmares. I was entering him, going through the walls of skin between us. I thought of the inside of his brain like honeycomb, pale golden. I was a bee crawling through the chambers where he thought, my wings clogged with honey.
Helen Dunmore, A Spell of Winter
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We sat on a sofa in the window and talked as though we had always known each other.
— Dylan Thomas, from “The Fight,” The Collected Stories (New Directions, 1984)
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