wydlads

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I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.

— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)

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Anne Michaels, from Skin Divers: Poems; "Ice House," originally published in 1999

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Else Fitzgerald, from "Everything Feels Like the End of The World," publ. in 2022

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recycled silver sterling earrings by middaia

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George Sand, from a letter to Gustave Flaubert written c. September 1971

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“What music do you listen to?” uh I don’t listen to music, I listen to women. Because I’m an ally.

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every r/relationship_advice post: first of all I want to clarify I could not ask for a more perfect and loving husband. anyway every day he tries to kill me,

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i love characters who are always like fear not, i shall take care of this problem for you….. by sacrificing myself!! and everyone else is like i swear to god if you pull this shit again i’ll kill you

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Zehra Naqvi, from The Knot of My Tongue: Poems and Prose; “Grocery Shopping”

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prose poem about rodeo love (2021)

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usanikki

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Kahlil Gibran, excerpts from Sand and Foam [ID in ALT]

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Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “All Day Long There Is a Bursting”

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i think the hottest look you can give someone after they commit acts of unspeakable violence is approval. like don’t get me wrong if there’s lust there too that’s great, but staring at someone with gore dripping down their chin and coating their hands to the wrists with undisguised appraisal and admiration. maybe giving them a little nod as if to say ‘well done’. THAT’S what says “yeah we’re gonna fuck nasty later”.

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this is one of my favourite poems ever. it’s so sad yet hopeful. so strong yet short. it’s dusk… your daughter’s tall… it’s dusk! your daughter’s tall!

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An absence so heavy it becomes a presence