I was once told that
“You learn from your mistakes”.
Though, I soon learned that
they only make me more determined
to make yet another mistake
in hopes of
proving myself
right.
~ Mads
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Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Hasan Javadi & Susan Sallée, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; "Window"
[Text ID: "I realized I must / I must / I must / ... love madly"]
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"When morning comes I will build a cathedral around our bodies."
~Hannibal to will
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[Image description: A long tumblr text post, edited erasure-poetry style, and superimposed over a trangender pride flag. Transcript below.]
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I am truly trans trans is to be trans
I am NOT a terf because fuck that.
if someone says they're trans but they have a personality disorder or maybe they had a traumatic childhood they are actually trans if someone says they're trans they are i have a crush on a trans person and want to impress them
it's super important to accept trans people and believe their experiences we need to be aware that people are capable of making that decision for themselves and need to have a non-bigoted discussion about it people really know.
Trans people are cool
Submitted by @hiilikebugs
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Something else is hurting you- that's why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can't think.
Charles Bukowski
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It’s like autumn arriving. You expect nothing from its arrival. You expect everything.
Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962–1972; Extracting the Stone of Madness; from ‘Extracting the Stone of Madness’, tr. Yvette Siegert
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The wanting…
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There is an ache that begins
in the sound of an old blues song.
It becomes a house where all the lights have gone out
but one.
And it burns and burns
until there is only the blue smoke of dawn
and everyone is sleeping in someone's arms
even the flowers
even the sound of a thousand silences.
And the arms of night
in the arms of day.
Everyone except me.
Joy Harjo, In Mad Love and War; “Summer Night”
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Worry
As you sit on the couch,
me on the floor,
you tell me to “come here”
And I move to you
even if I think that I made you mad.
Because I know that you’d never take it out on me.
And that you want to work it out.
So we sit there,
your arm wrapped around my shoulders.
And though it takes awhile,
I get the guts to finally ask…
“Did I make you upset when I did that?”
At first your silence is deafening—
reminding me of all the times
in which I’ve hurt others.
It’s painful to wait
for you to say,
“You just annoyed me a little.”
And before I can speak you add,
“But I still love you.
It doesn’t change our relationship.
Or how I view you.”
And suddenly all is right again.
~Mads
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John Keats, from Selected Poems & Letters of John Keats; "Endymion,"
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Forgive me if I loved you so violently
and so madly,
for violence is my weapon to write
and my weapon when I love. And madness is the last gold ring
I place on your fingers.
Nizar Qabbani, tr. by Nayef al-Kalali, from Republic of Love: Selected Poems; “Love of 1994”
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Mad Girl's Love Song, Sylvia Plath
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Robert Bly, from “A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy, Madness, and Addiction; ‘Depression’”, edited by Mark S. Bauer.
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— James Merrill, "The Mad Scene"
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