I was half wolf
when you found me.
I was all wind
when you left.
howl, Amrita C. (via lucreziaborgia)
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It’s a tragedy,
the way our story goes;maybe, perhaps, almost.
if it’s love, it must be more than most | p.d (via lostcap)
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it is like love:
the abrupt, hard
certainty of the end—
Louise Glück, from Poems 1962-2012
(via violentwavesofemotion)
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“Seven Hours” by Mira Nedyalkova
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You can stand on the cliff of my heart and shout nothing but ugly through me
I promise all I will echo back is Beauty, beauty.
You have always been beauty.
Andrea Gibson, “The Moon is a Kite”
(via wordsnquotes)
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blue hour by Tracy.X
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HAUNTED; an alarkling mix (x)
His smile deepened and he cocked his head to the side. It almost hurt to see him this way. “Will you say it?” he asked.
I hesitated, feeling danger crowd in on me.
“Aleksander,” I whispered.
“We are alike,” he said, “as no one else is, as no one else will ever be.”
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our foremothers
absorbed by empire
like crystals intact in our guts
the open pustule
from which our plumes extend
so we layer our voice with another voice
so we wrap our song with another song
Lucas de Lima, from a suite of six poems published in the PEN poetry series
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stop (looking for me)
2015
Jerrod La Rue
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makeup at hood by air s/s 16
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Do not weep. Do not wax indignant. Understand.
Baruch Spinoza
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inspired by Malu’s glorious edit.
And our heart’s gone
And the timing’s never right
But for now let’s get away
On a Roman holiday
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