sittinginwater
sittinginwater
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I am out on a limb, and it is the arm of God
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sittinginwater · 8 hours ago
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Come. And Be My Baby, Maya Angelou
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sittinginwater · 8 hours ago
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sittinginwater · 8 hours ago
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phoebe philo by david sims.
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sittinginwater · 9 days ago
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"But to say what you want to say, you must create another language and nourish it for years and years with what you have loved, with what you have lost, with what you will never find again."
George Seferis, A Poet's Journal: Days of 1945-51
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sittinginwater · 9 days ago
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“Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain, hope played like a playing card upon another hope, a wish for kindnesses and mercies to emerge like kings and queens in an unexpected change of the game. One could hold the cards oneself or not: they would land the same regardless.”
— Lorrie Moore, Bark
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sittinginwater · 25 days ago
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mid march mantra
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sittinginwater · 1 month ago
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sittinginwater · 2 months ago
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by tez guitar
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sittinginwater · 2 months ago
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After all, didn't his precise role in life seem to be to remember and remember again?
— Jean Ray, The Great Nocturnal
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sittinginwater · 2 months ago
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Glow
by Ron Padgett
When I wake up earlier than you and you are turned to face me, face on the pillow and hair spread around, I take a chance and stare at you, amazed in love and afraid that you might open your eyes and have the daylights scared out of you. But maybe with the daylights gone you’d see how much my chest and head implode for you, their voices trapped inside like unborn children fearing they will never see the light of day. The opening in the wall now dimly glows its rainy blue and gray. I tie my shoes and go downstairs to put the coffee on.
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sittinginwater · 2 months ago
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All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.
— Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds
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sittinginwater · 2 months ago
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Indrani Sengupta, from "creation myth"
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sittinginwater · 3 months ago
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caucasus mountains, azerbaijan
matthieu paley
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sittinginwater · 3 months ago
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We owe one another the putting aside the fear of saying the wrong thing
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sittinginwater · 3 months ago
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there are things i wanna be that i already was
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sittinginwater · 3 months ago
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genuinely insane how difficult it is to participate in your own life
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sittinginwater · 3 months ago
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oooohhhh ok. the more you deny yourself the more you lose yourself
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