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obsessed with how often women describe falling in love with other women as a quieting, a moment of stillness and calm where before there was noise.

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And while I am completely engulfed in my sadness, I am happy to sense that you exist,

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Dark Interval: Letters on Loss, Grief, and Transformation

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I want to [. . .] walk under big complicated trees

and keep talking about you

until you show up.

— Charlie Smith, from “Shame”, Jump Soul: New and Selected Poems (W. W. Norton & Co., 2014)

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Julian K. Jarboe, “As Tender Feet of Cretan Girls Danced Once Around an Altar of Love.” Everyone on the Moon is Essential Personnel

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eurydice - sarah ruhl

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I expected too much, in the way of knowing [her]. I know so little of myself, how should I think to know another?

John Banville, The Sea (via soracities)

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familiarity

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“You, who opened suns in my heart,”

— Alfonsina Storni, tr. by David Masse, from Mask & Clover: Poems; “The Siren,

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“love me from where you are, no matter the time or place. i’ll love you from where i am; i’ll think of you and wish i could love you face to face.”

— Face to Face. // aumirah

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“I have this vision: That I would finally come and find you. Scattered pieces of distance would not stand in my way. Not needing words; the barest of glimpses would suffice for you and me.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena.

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I love you the way a fire ax loves a burning house I love you the way a sleeping bag loves stars I await you the way a cake pan awaits its batter I love you the way the thread loves the wound

— David Kirby, from “Huh?,” published in Sixth Finch

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John Cage to Merce Cunningham, July 20 1943

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i’d stay up for you.

i’d stay up with you.

i’m here.

i care.

i worry about you.

i love you.

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I wonder if like here the rain is falling gently where you are? If the bright green spring is everywhere and everywhere seems to be on fire? If the stiff wind as you walk the dogs blows the freshness of new beginnings into your soul? If you are making music? If you are happy?

If you miss me as I you?

— Alice Walker, from “Can It Be?” Mouths of Rain: An Anthology of Black Lesbian Thought, ed. Briona Simone Jones

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i walk on the sun, i stand on the sun,

i know nothing but the sun.

(…) the sun fills my chest to the brim with heavenly honey.

— edith södergran, from triumph of existence (my translation)

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SOULMATES

Lang Leav, Soul Mates / Emery Allen, Become / Dacia Maraini, Dreams of Clytemnestra / Audre Lorde, Zami: A New Spelling of My Name / Marina Tsvetaeva, “No one has taken anything away” / Dave Malloy, Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812

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elegy on soups and the hands that make them 

our beautiful life when its filled with shrieks, christopher citro | pro chef vs. mom’s homemade pho, watcher | chen chen | hu yang | the hungers of hadewijch and eckhart, donald duclow | pro chef vs. mom’s homemade pho, watcher | rice, mary oliver | holly warburton | @ romcommunist | @ compsigh | @ nicollekidman | @ dakotajohnsongf | natalie diaz | just the two of us, clifford prince king | @ apolohgy | @ peachblushparlour | kitchen tables: peter pereira, “a pot of red lentils” | tales from earthsea | in the kitchen by helena janecic | 리틀 포레스트 (little forest) 2018 dir. 임순례 (yim soon-rye)

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