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stay by Kim Addonizio

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let this darkness be a bell tower by Rainer Maria Rilke

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I lie a lot, I do, but more often than not it isn't because I don’t want to tell the truth,

But rather that every thread of my soul is so interwoven I’d have to unravel the whole ball just to show you a singular thread,

And I think that’d take more words than I am able to grasp.

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i love it when characters are codependent. i love it when losing someone feels like losing a limb. i love it when two people "complete" each other so wholly and terribly that one can barely function without the other. i love it when the fear of losing the only person who understands them is so all-consuming they'll destroy anything to stay together, including themselves.

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Burt Glinn, Beatniks at the Seven Arts Café, New York City, 1959

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Most Beautiful Libraries in the World

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what's wrong babe you're barely anything

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— emotions potrayed by luke newton

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MILLY ALCOCK & EMMA D’ARCY Rhaenyra Targaryen, House of the Dragon

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MILLY ALCOCK & EMMA D’ARCY Rhaenyra Targaryen, House of the Dragon

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meanwhile by richard siken

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I was going to write in French but I'm not if sure you speak it, so I'll try to speak my truth in foreign words.

I've just read your poem of the 15th of August and a tear escaped from my right eye before the end of the 18 lines.

I realised that I hadn't yet found myself both deeply silenced by a text and able to confess it to its author. So I'm doing it now, with the simple heart of those who know they are doing their duty, quietly and from a place where no one can see them.

I won't say much more, because I want to linger a little longer in this moment of contemplation which comes just after Beauty caught me by surprise — confident and playful, like all truths that are simultaneously aware of their greatness and their insignificance.

Whatever sun is left in you, its light comes from a white circle without fire; wanting to remain discreet in its grace, it radiates in spite of itself.

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oh this is very beautiful.......... thank you so much :'(

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Franz Kafka’s Diaries, 1 July 1914