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“I want to be where no possessions remind me of the past and by the sea, which is for me the great healer.”

— Sylvia Plath, Letters Home

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— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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To stay with you for one night I would throw away my whole life, sacrifice a hundred persons, […] be capable of anything. 

Anaïs Nin, from ‘A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller 1932-1953’

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“in March I’ll be rested, caught up and human.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath vol 1: 1940-1956

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Study inspiration ✍🏻 ft. two recent reads!

December is already kicking my 🍑 and let's not even talk about the past 5 weeks!

Let's catch up on my Instagram

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this weeks ¡hola papi! ... a real zinger

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poems on grief, loss, mourning

gone is gone by mark wunderlich

another elegy ["this is what our dying looks like"] by jericho brown

making a fist by naomi shihab nye

grief puppet by donte collins

letter to my heart from my brain by rachel mckibbens

the song of despair by pablo neruda

where my grandmother hides by caitlin conlon

grief by matthew dickman

kaddish by sam sax

elegy for neal cassady by allen ginsberg

grief work by natalie diaz

poem for jack spicer by matthew zapruder

elegy with black smoke by emily skaja

evening by dorianne laux

letter to my dead brother part 1 by jonny bolduc

drunktown by jake skeets

hunter by bianca stone

blood makes the blade holy by evan knoll

object permanence by hala alyan

people who died by ted berrigan

song of the insensible by andrew kozma

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Alocasia Reginula

alocasia black velvet

I'm finally, after time of combined procrastination and patience, I've started to get some Alocasias. I love this family, their dark, rich colored leaves and fun shapes really catch my eye. And of course, anything labeled "black velvet" is immediately coming home with me, so this has been a wishlist plant for some time. As the name suggests, this plant's leaves are soft to the touch. They are in direct sunlight in this photo (not all the time, they need med-bright indirect light) so you can really see the green popping underneath the leaves. Thank you to my mother (no, she is not on this website) for the pot that she got me for Easter- I think it suits quite nicely. I am going to name this one Morticia. You know, to match Gomez.

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All I can say is January has been beautiful.

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one of my favourite things about tumblr is how it's all lovingly handpicked. there's no algorithm forcing things onto your feed, but instead long chains of mutuals and followers passing posts around simply because they liked it and ooh, maybe you might like it too. the entire website runs on people's sheer love of other people's posts and it's probably the best thing about this website. at least it's definitely the reason that this place feels more like a community than any other social media.

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Not all those who wander are lost.

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You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath. 🍂

@taylorswift

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late autumn. gazing from balconies into the cold night. feeling the breeze on a walk through the forest. warming your hands with your cup of hot chocolate. being excited to read the new book you bought. collecting pretty leaves for pressing. creating autumn playlists. sharing an umbrella with someone you love. your laughter, forming little clouds of cold breath.

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“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.”

— Albert Camus (b. 7 November 1913)

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i love you people in my phone i know the seasonal depression is setting in so we need to hold eachother like a litter of kittens in a cardboard box okay...its important