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By  Sandis Helvigs

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For I have time for nothing / But the endeavor to balance myself / Upon a broken world.

Amy Lowell, from Selected Poems; “September, 1918,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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April Aspens Allen Tucker - circa 1920-1929

 Pierre-Auguste Renoir Women in the Garden 1873

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Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart

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“8 Ways To Say I Love You 1. Spit it into her voicemail, a little slurred and sounding like the shot whiskey you downed for courage. Feel as ashamed as you do walking into work in last night’s clothes. Wake up cringing for days, waiting for her to mention it. 2. Sigh it into her mouth, wedged in between teeth and tongues. Don’t even let your lips move when you say it, ever so lightly, into the air. Maybe it was just an exhalation of ecstasy. 3. Buy her flowers. Buy her chocolate. Buy her a teddy bear, because that’s what every romantic comedy has taught you. Take her out to a nice restaurant where neither of you feel comfortable and spend the whole night clearing your throat and tugging at your tie. Feel like your actions are more suited to a proposal than the simple confession of something you’ve always known. 4. Whisper it into her hair in the middle of the night, after you’ve counted the space between her breaths and are certain she’s asleep. Shut your eyes quickly when she shifts toward you in askance. Maybe you were just sleep whispering. 5. Blurt it out in the middle of an impromptu dance party in the kitchen, as clumsy as your two left feet. When time seems to freeze, hastily tack on “in that shirt” or “when you make your award-winning meatballs” or, if you are feeling particularly brave, “when we do this.” Resume dancing and pretend you don’t feel her eyes on you the rest of the night. 6. Write her a letter in which the amount of circumnavigating and angst could rival Mr. Darcy’s. Debate where to leave it all day – on her pillow? In her coat pocket? Throw it away in frustration, conveniently leaving it face up in the trashcan, her name scrawled on the front in your sloppy handwriting. Let her wonder if you meant it. 7. Wait until something terrible has happened and you can’t not tell her anymore. Wait until she almost gets hit by a car crossing Wabash against the light and after you are done cursing at the shit-for-brains cab drivers in this city, realize you are actually just terrified of living without her. Tell her with your hands shaking. 8. Say it deliberately, your tongue a springboard for every syllable. Over coffee, brushing your teeth side-by-side, as you turn off the light to go to sleep – it doesn’t matter where. Do not adorn it with extra words like “I think” or “I might.” Do not sigh heavily as if admitting it were a burden instead of the most joyous thing you’ve ever done. Look her in the eyes and pray, heart thumping wildly, that she will turn to you and say, “I love you too.””

— R. MCKINLEY, DEC. 1, 2012 (via themntsarecalling)

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“If love could fit inside you / it would eat you / from the inside out. / Hunger eating hunger / until you’re just / a girl again.”

— Caitlyn Siehl, Crybaby, “Rumination”

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The Ball Shaped Tree, Argenteuil, 1876, Claude Monet

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INDIA. Uttar Pradesh. Agra. Taj Mahal. 1985 // Raghu Rai

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“Where do the words go / when we have said them?”

— Margaret Atwood, from “The Small Cabin,” Selected Poems I 1965-1975 (Houghton Mifflin, 1976)

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Miranda - The Tempest by John William Waterhouse // “Writer in the Dark” by Lorde

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I am not a creature that was born. I am a fire that was set.

Moss Angel The Undying, from Sea-Witch Vol. 2: Girldirt Angelfog (via lifeinpoetry)

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“I’m a very early riser, and I don’t like to miss that beautiful early morning light.” - David Hockney

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I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours.

Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.”  (via 5000letters)

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