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"All at Once", Paruyr Sevak (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

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There’s no violence like a mother. It’s a tongue slipped between sleeping lips. Fathers are predators, but your mother lives inside you. When she shushes you, it's with her fist around your trachea.

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Anaïs Nin, from a novel titled "A Spy in the House of Love," published in 1954

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haruki murakami (pinball 1973)

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— nipuna (via @nipsyyy)

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musings on september

― Dominic Riccitello, Huang O, Haruki Murakami, Karina Borowicz (artwork by Michael Dudash) 

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September Warmth, Jan van der Kooi

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the trouble with being born, e.m. cioran

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god forgive me for the ways i tried to fill the emptiness inside me

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Hard Loving, Marge Piercy

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i miss you a tiny bit

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there is still time. there is still time. until your bones are in the fucking ground there is still time.

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i have a longing that's killing me.

mahmoud darwish, memory for forgetfulness

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Alex Dimitrov, from Love and Other Poems; “The Weather of Our Lives”

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nicole homer, underbelly

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Common Frank Bidart banger (from "In the Ruins," in Half-Light: Collected Poems 1965-2016)

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