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Walking with the Wind, Abbas Kiarostami (translated by Michael Beard)
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Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas
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Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to Dorothy Brett (May 1922)
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Richard Siken, "The Torn-up Road" // Lora Mathis, "If There's A Way Out I'll Take It"
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Pablo Neruda, tr. by Robert Bly, from "Letter to Miguel Otero Silva, in Caracas,"
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Nikos Kazantzakis, from “Report to Greco”, tr. by P. A. Bien
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“ghosts can be inhaled, / secrets held between eyelashes, / and the scent of light splashes carelessly / across a naked body. / perhaps i don’t love you anymore.”
— sholeh wolpé, “please stop: bead 3,” abacus of loss
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I had hoped all of my life you’d come back. you were what “coming home” felt like. a safe place to rest when I was spent. a warm place to let go, when I could no longer hold it together. but you never did. you never did.
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Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Patricio Ferrari & Forrest Gander, from The Galloping Hour: French Poems; “Your Lover”
[Text ID: “in his eyelids I sleep until dawn / in his eyes I’ve come to know / a last nakedness / Don’t forget your eyes / because I inhabit them”]
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you’re a ghost now , frozen in time . i wonder if your sweet music will ever get to me . is the envelope torn open on your dresser ? is your bed cold & empty ? where have you been the past few weeks ? do you keep your tongue rolled up , because you don’t want to speak to me , or because you haven’t yet received the reason to ? not that i mind either way . i’m simply curious , & it’s summer , the season of our romance , our headlong fall into the depths of young love , & our deterioration , the earth cracking open , broken halves , your side & mine . i asked god to give us the right timing . i can only assume this is his answer . so until then , or until never , i hope you’re well , though i rarely think of you - this barely palpable , solemn care for you - the minuscule movement of flowers opening up into heaven .
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i love you but i don't love you. i love you forever, you still occupy space in my heart, but that doesn't mean i have to acknowledge it. (to that one person)
Caitlyn Siehl / in a dream you saw a way to survive by Clementine von Radics / @/inanotherunivrse on tumblr / pinterest / pinterest / unknown / holy ground by taylor swift / "MY NAME" (2021) / Letters of Sylvia Plath / foolish one by taylor swift
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