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Wall have ears. They also love gossip and having your attention 🫶✨

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Traditional roof tiles in Hội An, Vietnam. Credit to Nguyễn Minh Đức.

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Glen Martin Taylor, “but i am safe in here.”

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Of Power and Time, Mary Oliver / Liana Finck for the New Yorker

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the thing is by ellen bass

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Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

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K.Yamada

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how far away we are by Ada Limón

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here's a fake interview about my me & my girlfriend that i transcribed from my head. enjoy!

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la collectionneuse (1967) / anne sexton

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My pressed flowers collection: pink edition 🌼

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“I am for my lover. I am. And my lover is for his wandering star Sleep my love with my hair over you, peace be with you… My love and I are two voices of one pair of lips we enter into the dream–but he appears late so we do not see him when my love sleeps I wake up to guard his dream from what he sees I cast out for him the nights that passed before we met with my own hands, I choose our days as he chose for me a rose for the table sleep then my love so that the sound of the seas may rise to my knees sleep my love so that I may descend into you and rescue your dream from the envious thorn The pigeons fly the pigeons descend … Oh, my love, where are you taking me away from my parents, from my trees, my small bed and from my weariness, from my visions, from my light, from my memories and pleasant evenings, from my dress and my shyness, where are you taking me my love, where? You take me, set me on fire, and then leave me in the vain path of the air that is a sin … that is a sin… The pigeons fly the pigeons descend … My love, I fear the silence of your hands. Scratch my blood so the horse can sleep. My love, female birds fly to you take me as a wife and breathe. My love I will stay my breasts will grow for you and the guards will take me out of your way my love, I will cry upon you, upon you, upon you. because you are the surface of my sky. My body is the land, the place for you… The pigeons fly the pigeons descend…”

— Mahmoud Darwish, The Pigeons Fly.

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Franny Choi, Waste

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