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not pictured: my bag of white chocolate ghost shaped reese’s cups 👻

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Noelle T.

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thistleandopal

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— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.]

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― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea

[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]

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chen chen, nature poem in ‘when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities’

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Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

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- Beau Taplin

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Autumn

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Overgrown

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“You can say anything and I will not abandon you.”

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✞ 666 ✞

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— Letters to Véra, Vladimir Nabokov

[text ID: Listen, my happiness—you won’t say again that I’m torturing you? How I’d like to take you off somewhere with me—you know how those highwaymen of old did: a wide-brimmed hat, a black mask, and a bell-shaped musket. I love you, I want you, I need you unbearably . . . Your eyes—which shine so wonder-struck when, with your head thrown back, you tell something funny—your eyes, your voice, lips, your shoulders—so light, sunny . . .]