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"I`ve lived to bury my desires…", Alexander Pushkin (translated by Maurice Baring)

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— Ganymede, Jericho Brown, in '100 Queer Poems, an anthology' (2022)

[text ID: I mean, don't you want God / To want you? Don't you dream / Of someone with wings taking you / Up?]

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How Animals Mourn

Anguish by August Friedrich Schenk † The Dead Miner (Mourning the Master) by Charles Christian Nahl † The Faithful Hound by sir Edwin Henry Landseer RA † The Orphan. A Memory of Auvergne by August Friedrich Schenk

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2025 is the year to get around to it. rub some dirt in the gaping wound of your heart and bare your teeth to your own life

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"Delay", Leonard Cohen

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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; entry no. 102

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The Pink Box, Yesenia Montilla

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"Scham mästet sich gierig am Schweigen", "Shame feeds hungrily on silence", Lithography, 2024

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Acid in Georgia by Jasmine Ledesma has changed and continues to change my life. this is an excerpt from the last story, “Goblin”

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i understood this at age fourteen and i do now

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The Pink Box, Yesenia Montilla

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He meanwhile was feeling what a murderer must feel when he looks at the body he has robbed of life. That body he had robbed of life was their love, the first period of their life. There was something terrible and loathsome in the memories of what this terrible price of shame had bought. Shame at her spiritual nakedness oppressed her and communicated itself to him. But in spite of the murderer's deep horror before the body of his victim, the body must be hacked to pieces and hidden, and the murderer must take advantage of what he has gained by murder. And so the murderer falls on this body with a malevolence which is almost like passion, drags it away, and cuts it up; and this is how he covered her face and shoulders with kisses.

Leo Tolstoy, excerpt from Anna Karenina trans. Rosamund Bartlett

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May Sarton, The House by the Sea

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god the fags you put on earth to fuck nasty are barely getting by

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“We are told that St. Francis used to spend whole nights praying the same prayer: “Who are you, God? And who am I?” Evelyn Underhill claims it’s almost the perfect prayer. The abyss of your own soul and the abyss of the nature of God have opened up, and you are falling into both of them simultaneously.”

— Richard Rohr (via kalynroseanne)

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Find Me as the Creature I Am, Emily Jungmin Yoon