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the only thing that kept me company   was a song,     it glided along       with my delicious dark happiness, my heavy,   bristling and aching delight     at the world       which has been like this forever and forever —

Mary Oliver, from “Ich Bin Der Welt Abhanden Gekommen,” House of Light (via lifeinpoetry)

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well.

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*throws bowling ball in pool* aesthetic

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You think me reckless, desperate and mad.

T.S. Eliot, from “Murder in the Cathedral,” The Complete Poems & Plays (via violentwavesofemotion)

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How are you? How is your wonderful bathroom? How are the books you read and the things you think? Your dogs and their lives? The weather? Your feelings?

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

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[love letter to self] i don’t think so. but, i forgive you, girl, who tallied stretch marks into reasons why no one should get close. i forgive you, silly girl, sweet breath, decent by default. i forgive you for being afraid. did everything betray you? even the rain you love so much made rust out of your jewellery? i forgive you, soft spoken girl speaking with fake brash voice, fooling no one. i see you, tender even on your hardest days. i forgive you, waiting for him to call, i forgive you, the diets and the cruel friends. especially for that one time you said ‘i fucking give up on love, it’s not worth it, i’d rather be alone forever’. you were just pretending, weren’t you? i know you didn’t mean that. your body, your mouth, your heart, made specifically for loving. sometimes the things we love, will kill us, but weren’t we dying anyway? i forgive you for being something that will eventually die. perishable goods, fading out slowly, little human, i wouldn’t want to be in a world where you don’t exist.

Warsan Shire, “and were you being good to yourself?” (via lifeinpoetry)

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If you are unable to write to me, don’t write to me, but let me write to you and repeat day by day what you already know: that I love you as much as I have any power to love, and that I wish to serve you and must serve you, as long as I live.

Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice (via violentwavesofemotion)

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You will get to know me better; there are still a number of horrible recesses in me that you don’t know.

Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Shut your eyes and see.

James Joyce (via violentwavesofemotion)

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How could I not

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Never leaf notes in public. I'll find them.

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I only like the look.

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Lola(1961) Amélie(2001)

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Read about this week’s cover, “Fall Library,” by Tom Gauld. 

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My condition is not unhappiness, but it is also not happiness, not indifference, not weakness, not fatigue, not another interest – so what is it then?

Franz Kafka, from Diaries  (via kafkaesque-world)

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I miss summer, already.