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濁りて待てる吾恋は 清き怨となりにけり。

島崎藤村、 若菜集 

distorted waits our love                                   changed to pure malice.

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Behind the Scenes GODFREY GAO for BAZAAR MEN Thailand SS15 (x)

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I am in the sky saying birds when I mean the thing that birds do to make the sky more beautiful. I am that— not the sight or the sound or the feeling but the absence of what was there before.

Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, from “(untitled),” published in Twelfth House (via lifeinpoetry)

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What voice has my voice got? Rage / gives flavor.

Kirsten Kaschock, from “Up Against Memoir,” published in Tarpaulin Sky (via lifeinpoetry)

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We’ve got nothing to lose and our hearts turn red

Richard Siken, excerpt of Saying Your Names (via antigonick)

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I’ll be your            slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting—

Richard Siken, excerpt of Wishbone (via antigonick)

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The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive.

Richard Siken, excerpt of Snow and Dirty Rain (via antigonick)

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They are the same and they are not the same. They are the same and they hate each other for it.

Richard Siken, excerpt of You Are Jeff (via antigonick)

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Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you.

Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (via bleubeard)

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kiss girls, kiss boys, kiss angels, kiss demons, kiss in love, and kiss in hate. but darling, never let your guard down.

blowthecandlesoutt  (via wnq-writers)

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O my enemy. Do I terrify?—

Sylvia Plath, excerpt of Lady Lazarus (via antigonick)

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All night the trees stand silent in the dark, not touch-ing.

Richard Siken, excerpt of The Stag and the Quiver (via antigonick)

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MACBETH : Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.

William Shakespeare, Macbeth (via antigonick)

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Hold onto your voice. Hold onto your breath. Don’t make a noise, don’t leave the room until I come back from the dead for you. I will come back from the dead for you.

Richard Siken, excerpt of You Are Jeff (via antigonick)

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When I leave, I leave alone, as I came.

Denise Levertov, from Poems: 1960 - 1967; “Poet and Person,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I am made and remade continuously.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via soracities)

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We have no ceremonies, only private dirges and no conclusions, only violent sensations, each separate.

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via soracities)