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1 month ago
Unknown // Suzanne Scanlon
Unknown // Suzanne Scanlon

Unknown // Suzanne Scanlon

1 month ago
Martha Gellhorn, From A Letter To David Gurewitsch Featured In The Selected Letters Of Martha Gellhorn

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to David Gurewitsch featured in The Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn

1 month ago
 Crows

Crows

By Enchanted Journal

1 month ago
Fyodor Dostoevsky, From A Letter Featured In Letters Of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky To His Family

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends

1 month ago
Nikos Kazantzakis, From A Letter Featured In The Selected Letters Of Nikos Kazantzakis

Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis

1 month ago
Martha Gellhorn, From A Letter To Hortense Flexner Featured In The Selected Letters Of Martha Gellhorn

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Hortense Flexner featured in The Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn

1 month ago
Audre Lorde, From The Black Unicorn: Poems; “Journeystones I-XI”

Audre Lorde, from The Black Unicorn: Poems; “Journeystones I-XI”

[Text ID: “my heart grows / confused / between your need for love / and your need for destruction.”]

1 month ago
Poet of an Ordinary Heartbreak

Chris Abani

1966 –

Who hasn’t been tempted by the sharp edge of a knife?
An ordinary knife cutting ordinary tomatoes on
an ordinary slab of wood on an ordinary Wednesday.
The knife nicks, like a bite to the soul. A reminder
that what is contemplated is as real as the blood
sprouting from a finger. As real as a bruised eye.
Instead turn back to the meat stewing on the stove.
Scrape pulpy red flesh into the heat and turn.
Say: even this is a prayer. Even this.

poet of an ordinary heartbreak by Chris Abani

1 month ago

I don’t want a secretive partner. I want someone who’s transparent, even about the things I don’t know to ask.

1 month ago

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."


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1 month ago
text id:       and longingly I long and searchingly I search...

["and longingly I long…"] Sappho, tr. Dan Beachy-Quick

1 month ago
Margaret Atwood, From A Poem Titled "The Singer Of Owls," Featured In Paper Boat: Selected Poems

Margaret Atwood, from a poem titled "The Singer of Owls," featured in Paper Boat: Selected Poems

1 month ago

what a cruel joke it is, to love..

to. love.

1 month ago
Joy Sullivan, From Instructions For Traveling West: Poems; “Instructions For Traveling West”

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Instructions for Traveling West”

[Text ID: “you’re homesick / for all the lives / you’re not living.”]

1 month ago

"For women, only one standard of female beauty is sanctioned: the girl. The great advantage men have is that our culture allows two standards of male beauty: the boy and the man. The beauty of a boy resembles the beauty of a girl. In both sexes it is a fragile kind of beauty and flourishes naturally only in the early part of the life-cycle. Happily, men are able to accept themselves under another standard of good looks — heavier, rougher, more thickly built. A man does not grieve when he loses the smooth, unlined, hairless skin of a boy. For he has only exchanged one form of attractiveness for another: the darker skin of a man’s face, roughened by daily shaving, showing the marks of emotion and the normal lines of age. There is no equivalent of this second standard for women. The single standard of beauty for women dictates that they must go on having clear skin. Every wrinkle, every line, every gray hair, is a defeat. No wonder that no boy minds becoming a man, while even the passage from girlhood to early womanhood is experienced by many women as their downfall, for all women are trained to want to continue looking like girls." — Excerpt from Susan Sontag's 1978 essay The Double Standard of Aging

1 month ago
All The Things That Made My Life Full—sciences, Not The Least Of Them—an Ever-unfolding Journey Of
All The Things That Made My Life Full—sciences, Not The Least Of Them—an Ever-unfolding Journey Of
All The Things That Made My Life Full—sciences, Not The Least Of Them—an Ever-unfolding Journey Of
All The Things That Made My Life Full—sciences, Not The Least Of Them—an Ever-unfolding Journey Of
All The Things That Made My Life Full—sciences, Not The Least Of Them—an Ever-unfolding Journey Of
All The Things That Made My Life Full—sciences, Not The Least Of Them—an Ever-unfolding Journey Of
All The Things That Made My Life Full—sciences, Not The Least Of Them—an Ever-unfolding Journey Of
All The Things That Made My Life Full—sciences, Not The Least Of Them—an Ever-unfolding Journey Of
All The Things That Made My Life Full—sciences, Not The Least Of Them—an Ever-unfolding Journey Of

All the things that made my life full—sciences, not the least of them—an ever-unfolding journey of discovery where every question opens a new world of answers

1 month ago

Me on tumblr.

1 month ago
Joy Sullivan, From “At The Airport”, Instructions For Traveling West

Joy Sullivan, from “At the Airport”, Instructions for Traveling West

1 month ago

why are you sitting there so silently, / like someone mute, eating your heart,

from Homer's The Odyssey (tr. Emily Wilson)

1 month ago
Chocolate & Coffee Sourced From Pinterest.
Chocolate & Coffee Sourced From Pinterest.
Chocolate & Coffee Sourced From Pinterest.
Chocolate & Coffee Sourced From Pinterest.
Chocolate & Coffee Sourced From Pinterest.
Chocolate & Coffee Sourced From Pinterest.
Chocolate & Coffee Sourced From Pinterest.
Chocolate & Coffee Sourced From Pinterest.
Chocolate & Coffee Sourced From Pinterest.
Chocolate & Coffee Sourced From Pinterest.
Chocolate & Coffee Sourced From Pinterest.
Chocolate & Coffee Sourced From Pinterest.

Chocolate & Coffee Sourced from Pinterest.

1 month ago
[ text id:

selfishly, i want this life.

selfishly, i want it with you.

i want late sunday mornings in bed, and i want them in your bed, and i want you in my bed, blanketed by the soft light that shines in, by the gentle songs of birds, by an open window, that lets in a sweet-smelling breeze that tells us that spring is almost here.

i want another spring with you, i want another year with you. 

i want everything this life will offer me, i want to see what it will offer you. i want what takes shape in its molding, what each of us becomes in its unfolding. i want the cracks that will emerge, i want every hardened, and broken, and ugly piece that we hide away from the world.

i want to laugh and cry again with you, i want to do it all over again with you.

i open my hands to the earth. i hope for the weight of your hands in mine.

selfishly, i want to be alive.

selfishly, i want it to be you.

/end id ]

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