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“There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship’s, smooths and contains the rocker. It’s an inside kind–wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one’s own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.”

— Toni Morrison, from Beloved (Alfred A. Knopf, 1987)

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pick your head up queen… your 4 ft long wizard hat is falling

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people who slander dandelions are so boring. oh you don’t like weeds?? you don’t want to see my yard absolutely covered in fairy pom poms motherfucker??? get bent 

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““Forests have secrets,” he said gently. “It’s practially what they’re for. To hide things. To separate one world from another.””

— Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via bulgakeov)

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Where do you find it? If I dig into his skin or paint my lips the right red or sit in enough sun or sip until drunk or eat or sleep or too-much-of-anything - is that happy?

If I playact and arch spine and sigh at the right times and laugh and dance and run around cackling - is that happy?

Where does sex and liquor and working out and working hard and poetry become self-harm. How much is too much. How much is happy. How much before this is just another good way to break me. Where does it hide. What's the correct equation. How much longer.

And can I survive until then.

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*hangs this above a mirror in my home*

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11/17/2018: pyrrhic

you stand tall amongst the ashes a rusted monument, red with iron or with blood

with a spine dagger-straight chest full of pride, misplaced hope.

all you fought for burned up by your own ambition

pause to ask yourself, was it truly worth it?

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Gustave Baumann

Mountain Gold

,                                                            1946                                                

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“you believe in it while you are there because you are there sometimes you may even feel happy to be that far on your way to somewhere”

— W.S. Merwin, from Neither Here Nor There in “The Moon Before Morning” (via adrasteiax)

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The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat.

Carl Sandburg, from The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg; “Two Nocturns,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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My flesh is afraid but I am not.

Chelsea Wolfe, from Pain Is Beauty; “The Waves Have Come,” c. 2013 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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tender truisms

it is in your self-interest to find a way to be very tender (jenny holzer)

incorporate tenderness into everyday language (gashii)

attention is the beginning of devotion (mary oliver)

consciously study how to be tender to each other until it becomes a habit (audre lorde)

tenderness is in the hands (carolyn forché)

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Would you like to come over and look at the moon with me?