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In the echoes of my being reside the shattered pieces of yesterday, yearnings of today, and curiosity of tomorrow. In the lonely existence of this moment, the echoes get louder in the vacuum of my brain.

-Anneshwa

Gorgeous photo by @marinalaurel 💛

Moscow metro

OCTOBER

l.m. montgomery, anne of avonlea / claude monet, autumn on the seine at argenteuil / carol bishop hipps / maryanne nguyen, …and i don’t know who i am anymore / sarah guillory, reclaimed / f. scott fitzgerald, the great gatsby / girl in red, we fell in love in october / jacqueline woodson, if you come softly / leon spilliaert, october evening / w.s. merwin, the love for october / richard o. moore, a reminiscence / when harry met sally (1989), dir. rob reiner / ray bradbury, long after midnight / ted kooser, a letter in october / victor charreton, la terrasse, automne / richard shelton, october / katherine blower / oamul lu / anne sexton, a self-portrait In letters

Patty Dickson Pieczka, from “Autumn”, Beyond the Moon’s White Claw 

musings on hands

— ocean vuong, yves pires, berenice abbott, jean-baptiste carpeaux, auguste rodin, james croak, gian lorenzo bernini, david altmejd, roland faunte

fatima aamer bilal, from my heart has claws.

[text id: and if yearning had a shape, it would look awfully a lot like me.]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: sparkling, inextinguishable eyes. END ID]

Van Gogh And His Sunflowers by terry wei

He is so much like me, talking to him is like talking to myself, looking into his eyes is just like looking into the mirror.

-Anneshwa

Salma Deera, Letters from Medea

Susan Sontag, I, etcetera: Stories  

Hieu Minh Nguyen, from This Way to The Sugar: Poems; "My First"

[Text ID: I won't tell you how I survived the wreckage. / This story doesn't leave the ocean floor.]

Why's everything so heavy?

Maria Kreyn, Alone Together

Erika L. Sánchez, from Lessons on Expulsion: Poems; “The Loop"

"We never realize how frozen we are until someone starts to melt our ice"

— Bridgett Devoue

Female hands in paintings

Things I need. (1/∞) 💭💫

unknown 𖧷 🌙

A city of ghosts

Lost from 2020

九溪烟树 jiuxiyanshu, hangzhou, zhejiang province by 视觉影像杨

the beauty of details

June Jordan, from Haruko/Love Poems; “Poem for my pretty man”

When the sky gets painted, everyone keeps moving, but we stop and stare, we hold hands & our eyes constantly at the sky.

June Jordan, from Haruko/Love Poems

In a mood to dissolve in tranquility of the Earth, to get away from the madness and chaos and just breathe freely. In a mood to surrender to love and all its limitlessness. In a mood to bathe in the warmth of the sunny air.

- Anneshwa