#Excerpts

[feral-ballad]

Mattheos Zarifian, from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "Words at farewell"

[sharpenededges]

Suffering, though destructive, feels more real or authentic than indifference or being superficial.

[isaiahpadams]

My true-love hath my heart and I have his,

By just exchange one for the other given:

I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,

There never was a bargain better driven.

His heart in me keeps me and him in one;

My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:

He loves my heart, for once it was his own;

I cherish his because in me it bides.

His heart his wound received from my sight;

My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;

For as from me on him his hurt did light,

So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart:

Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,

My true love hath my heart and I have his.

- Philip Sidney

[maryqos]

coco mellors, cleopatra and frankenstein.

[icecreamwithjackdaniels]

"I am a cage, in search of a bird."

— Franz Kafka

[healing-through-the-pain]

After everything came so close to slipping away from us-

How can we not feel so grateful right now?

This is a time of love and forgiveness, as we figure out how to work through this pain.

[madd-madd]

Too good to be true

[lakisfourouklas-blog]

I kept leaving, traveling in search of you to the furthest corners of the earth, to the lands of dreams and long lost sunsets. I was looking for you at the places where I'd like you to be, where I'd like you to be with me. But you were someplace else, and the wonderful sunsets looked weak and pale in my eyes, belittled by the voracious glances of people, sad for those who loved but have never been loved in return.

Lakis Fourouklas

From my novella A Eulogy for Love

[poemswithouthomes]

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas

[fairydrowning]

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

[feral-ballad]

Kevork Emin, from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "The waiting"

[dionyrtal]

Vertigo Peaks by Dion Anja 2. Return II by Dean Gioia

[derangedrhythms]

Rebecca Perry, Beauty/Beauty; from 'Kintsugi 金継ぎ'

[maryqos]

coco mellors, cleopatra and frankenstein.

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Miranda July, The First Bad Man