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la collectionneuse (1967) / anne sexton

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a drunk poem about london

a lovely day where i walk down the avenue along the thames i see those buildings rising high living, one step at a time

songs about london the bridge towers over me a short walk to the station i can go anywhere

i love those old buildings with pillars of stone grass so green even in winter trees bare just waiting for spring

i ride that bus down the street stopping every moment or so picking up strangers with lives of their own how can i want to go home?

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trying to raise the dead by Dorianne Laux

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It was April and she was the saddest thing under the sun.

Khush Bakht via wordedarchive

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"It's March. I open the window and spring floats in, kisses me on the nose. I have waited so long–and now the Sun is washing the world in yellow, and now the seeds sprout green in the dirt, and now the trees are budding and ready to bloom–and it was all so worth it."

– Schuyler Peck, Worth the Wait

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Bloomsbury

A little blue circle containing her name

On the side of a building, the reason we came

And we walk through that park, knowing nothing about her

But we end our stroll with knowledge a little deeper

A life without boundaries, just honesty and truth

Friends and their lovers, reveling in their youth

A room of one's own, to write in, to read

Composing letters and novels of creed

Walks to your favorite bookstores, favorite shop

A moment to take in the air, a moment to stop

Parks where you can read your favorite books

Restaurants where people exchange their fond looks

She venged out beyond her limiting mind,

Escaping for a moment but never leaving it behind

If I look really closely, or just leave my space

I find all these and more in each local place

So I step out of my building, and right past the tower

I find myself some place to spend the hour

And if I get tired or bored, I can return home,

And reflect on how much that I have just grown.

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Mrs. Dalloway Walk

But I find myself in those magnolias and in those ducks like trumpets swimming upstream, the sky weeps no longer, we've survived the death

Anticipation of rain, a grey sheet But the bell strikes the sky, piercing the sun swallows those clouds crocuses a surrender; misty armistice

Pavement shimmering, white buildings towering with their picture frames paintings of cigars, boots, hats, and books looks so real you might touch it

I'm in her shoes, walking her path reading her diary, her letters and as my heart reaches that street I think I just might buy some flowers myself.

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Saw my favorite photo in person today

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Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. March 1940 featured in The Diary of Virginia Woolf: vol. V 1936-1941

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I DON'T HAVE TO GO TO THE DYKE MARCH, 6/23/23

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—touch

wasted by maya hornbacher // portrait of a lady on fire (2019) // maurice (1987) // francis forever by mitski // before sunrise (1995) // but i’m a cheerleader (1999) // little weirds by jenny slate // my first summer (2020) // god’s own country (2017) // fade into you by mazzy star

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february by Alex Dimitrov

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birds are violins afternoon i see my very own backyard

footsteps on sidewalks sprinklers shifting, circular

quail through the branches of that juniper her nest hidden from nosy neighbors and dogs with good intentions i had good intentions

how far away will we get until we miss those tiled floors?

sun pours in through the bay afternoon three o'clock warmth nothing will ever feel like that again

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wishlist

winter boots

a barbie doll

snow

chocolate cake

to braid my mother’s hair

concert tickets

a vacuum cleaner

crystal drinking glasses

and strawberry fruitscato

2019

to turn seventeen

a soft pretzel

a sister

the yellow house

a driveway

a new pen

to watch Juno for the first time again

wool socks

to stay seventeen

a trip to the coast

to lay in the soft green grass

a book

or two

a chair

a blanket

a mug of lemon tea

and a window

that looks out into the sea

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thunder

i am begging to fall, imprisoned in clouds holding this promise above the people below the temperature drops, they gasp aloud reaching out to hold me--they think that they know they're parting their lips as i'm trickling down on to the pavement and spreading like ink when they finally catch me in their murmuring mouths, they find i'm too bitter to drink

no longer the owner of my body nor mind i fell asleep when i turned seventeen i can still hear him pretend to be kind one day i'll wake up and be clean i'll remember that i'm a bad liar i'll finish that book i've been reading maybe i'll learn to be kinder and one day i might even stop bleeding but i am the strike that spears the sand melting white glass under my feet as i walk through the desert, bleeding by my own hand i can ignore the piercing red heat i thunder and crash, causing a scene anyone who loves me is doomed i wonder if they counted the seconds between or know that i'm the inevitable wound