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“God, she had me by the throat, by the hip bone, by the moon. God, she hurt me with my own horns.”
— Natalie Díaz, from The Cure for Melancholy Is to Take the Horn; Postcolonial Love Poem, 2020
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Saeed Jones, How We Fight for Our Lives
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being tired all the time is such a mystery.... is it anaemia? vitamin d deficiency? chronic fatigue syndrome? depression? insomnia?? is it just the crushing weight of being alive in a capitalist society??? someone cure me
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You can leave the body but it won’t leave you. You can leave a country but the country hits back. You can grip a city so tight all the bullets fall out but then you wake up. You can dream the apocalypse and running trains and dark noons but the news is still the news and you are still you. What’re you going to do with that body now?
Marty McConnell, “the sacrament of penance also has four parts,” from when they say you can’t go home again, what they mean is you were never there (via bostonpoetryslam)
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Mary Oliver, from “The Moths”, Dream Work
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black canary and green arrow in green arrow: citizen’s arrest
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peachpitandpomegranate-deactiva
Bookercore
1. Re: Stacks, Bon Iver
2. Achilles Come Down, Gang of Youths
3. Salt and the Sea, The Lumineers
4. Cringe (stripped), Matt Maeson
5. Noah, Amber Run
6. It Will Come Back, Hozier
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Have you ever tried to cross a bridge while it is burning?
Come here, make love to me.
I do not know how else to explain it, the question
— Koleka Putuma, from “Twenty-One Ways of Leaving,” Collective Amnesia
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i love you and i always will and i am sorry.
ernest hemingway, the garden of eden (via wordsnpoetry)
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(…) always you will mourn something you left behind, even though
you can’t say what it was,
and eventually you will return to seek it.
Louise Glück, from Midsummer in “Poems 1962-2012 (via adrasteiax)
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I thought I understood your longing—it looked so much like mine.
Rebecca Lindenberg, excerpt of “Love, An Index”, from Love, An Index (via antigonick)
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Mary Oliver, from “Dogfish”, Dream Work
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SUPERNATURAL (2005-2020) S04E16, ON THE HEAD OF A PIN