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I can see your face in the rain’s gray brilliance. I want to know nothing of your past. I can see your heart giving life to what it forgets.

Oscar Milosz, tr. by John Peck, from “The Stranger,” wr. c. October 1919 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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There are times when a person needs to acknowledge the presence of storms unraveling within them.

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if i have to fight for your attention then fuck your attention.

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My heart doesn’t ache; sometimes though it rages.

Adrienne Rich, from The Collected Poems: 1950-2012; “One Life,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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…a weeping, unhealable wound,

C.K. Williams, from The Collected Poems of C. K. Williams; “Money,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Isn’t it weird how you can actually feel the pain in your chest and stomach when something really hurts your feelings

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when you just cba 

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spook

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I am wrapped in myself, trapped in myself.

Larissa Shmailo, from In Paran: Poems; “Frog Prayer,” wr. c. 2009 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Ginza - Tokyo, Japan

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She reaches out her hand, plucks the boy’s beating heart, and, weeping, eats it.

Meena Alexander, from Quickly Changing River: Poems; “Oncoming Traffic,” (via violentwavesofemotion)