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soracities:

somedaybyallmeans:

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— Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis.”

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

— Jane Austen

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

lifeinpoetry:

Sometimes, I cry so hard I can feel it in my ribs. / I feel like the real me is backed into a corner inside me

— Ama Asantewa Diaka, from “Saturday Evening WhatsApp Message,” Woman, Eat Me Whole

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natasha trethewey

9710144:

@yourfavwolf

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— Paul Guest, from “1987.”

— Cormac McCarthy, from “The Road.”

february-22:

qamrami:

sinistersoloist:

zegalba:

‘Hermés Kelly Bag’ customized by Jun Takahashi

softestaura:

sinistersoloist:

llovelymoonn:

clarice lispector the stream of life (via @girlfictions​) \ rebecca tamás poems: “witch”

shout my daily chai latte