“It Seems Very Safe To Me To Be Surrounded By Green Growing Things And Water.”

i want nothing more in this life than to look at the moon with my lover while i quietly recite my favorite poems to them

soft reminder: you’re alive. you survived the worst nights you’ve ever experienced. you picked yourself up when you were at rock bottom. you made it through the worst relapses, loneliness, heartbreak, failure and darkness in your life. when you wanted to disappear you stayed, time and time again. you can make it through anything. you will get through this too.

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“Thank you for the walks under the moon.”

— Marina Tsvetaeva, tr. by Robert Chandler, from “I’m Glad Your Sickness,”

Enomoto Seifu-Jo, tr. by Kenneth Rexroth, from Written on the Sky; Poems from the Japanese

HUGE shout out to purple for being the only color that has like no losers. Deep purple royal purple bluish purple redish purple pastel purple dusty purple lavender periwinkle violet like. Banger after banger after banger!!

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“White butterfly of my dark dreams,”

— Gane Todorovski, from A White Butterfly I Called My Love; Reading the Ashes: An Anthology of the Poetry of Modern Macedonia (ed. by Milne Holton & Graham W. Reid)

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I respect the moon's unwillingness to be photographed on a phone