firstfullmoon:

let’s get married on a Tuesday / with a six-piece from Harold’s as our witness. / let’s get married at noon & then again at three-thirty / when the school day lets out & a whole block / of dandelions flower our ceremony. let’s / get married under a full moon & then again / under a new moon, so every celestial being / can witness our vows. love, one wedding / isn’t enough for me. i want to propose / again & again. on a Wednesday because / you did the dishes. on a Thursday because / we woke up next to each other again. say yes. / say less. i’ll be on one knee asking you / to share in the delight of knowing each other. / let’s get married because Chicago. because / St. Louis is a city on a map. because your name / is my favorite word. let’s get married because / there are vows we can only make in the dark. / because we don’t need a witness to say i do. / let’s get married because it’s raining / & that’s supposed to be good luck. mi amor, / mi cielo, mi vida, let’s get married /in every language we can & can’t speak. / under every god. my god, the way you look / at me is a miracle i believe in. because / we get one life. one. say yes. then, say yes / again. let’s get married after we get married / because underneath every word i write / there is one word i carve into every desk. / one word i tag onto every building on every block / of my heart. marry me: make me (no, not complete), / but a little more alive than i’ve ever been.ALT

José Olivarez, “Let’s Get Married”

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allsadnshit:

At my core I need to shut the hell up and read a short novel that changes me forever

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fromdarzaitoleeza:

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Web weaving about the untold story in you !

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metamorphesque:

Long before eternity, I caught a glimpse / of your neck and shoulders, your ankles and toes. / And I've been lonely for you from that instant. / That loneliness appeared on earth as this body.  ALT

—Li-Young Lee, I Loved You Before I Was Born

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flowerytale:

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “A Writer’s Diary”

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luthienne:

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George Seferis, from Collected Poems; “Memory I” (tr. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)

[Text ID: I whispered: memory hurts wherever you touch it,]

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tenderfaery:

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Søren Kierkegaard, Diaries 1813-1855

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firstfullmoon:

When I can’t talk to anyone / I like to sit in front of water. / If I have a minute to feel good / I take that minute. I have a cigarette. / I walk into the museum of past lives / and rearrange all the chairs. / This poem is meant to be read / at the bar on a Tuesday / when you’re dehydrated / and not feeling so great. / I want to know you / like a dog touches the wind / with its tongue. I want to know / why time moves impossibly slow / when pain rises, and what makes it / speed up like two people / looking for each other / at the end of the night. / When was the last time someone / looked at you like a bridge / held by cold air? Like the cars / flying down the FDR / taking us where we imagine / is better than where we are.ALT
I imagined it differently also. / I imagined more than mixed feelings, / tough leather, the last yes coming / so quickly. Men and how they / pace awkwardly before parting. / Cats and how they roam / freely in bodegas at dawn. / The towers in photos. / The tulips of April. / The person in a theater / now watching the credits, / reading the names, stalling / to put on their coat or their scarf / or their gloves. Or maybe / not stalling. Maybe they’re / waiting for the music to change. / Not everything is an ending. / Not anything’s worth believing. / And you can begin anytime / like this whole world began / out of nothing. You can walk out / tonight and feel totally new. / All you need is the right pair of boots.ALT

Alex Dimitrov, “Tuesday”

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too sick to sleep

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#i like cannot stop thinking about every stressful thing in my life rn and it’s making me so crazy and nauseous and giving me such bad anxiet  #y that i’m like unable to even close my eyes and it’s almost 4am 

holyunholy:

the human brain literally needs the color green (grass, leafs) to like self-calibrate and not go insane i sincerely believe this

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luthienne:

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Reginald Dwayne Betts, from Felon; “Night”

[Text ID: Listen, who hasn’t waited for something / to happen? I know folks died waiting. I know / hurt is a wandering song. / I was lost in my fear.]

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noireasy:

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May (2002)

Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out, Richard Siken

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themacabrenbold:

A  stunning Hellenistic glass vase shaped like a pomegranate. A symbol of life, fertility, abundance and good luck for the year ahead! 

Dated 2nd century BC - 1st century AD.

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avstraal:

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slut-jpeg:

snoopy image of the day

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#me