Mary Oliver, from “Marengo.” [ID in alt text]
unaliving as we speak right now in this very moment
― Han Kang, The White Book
[ text ID: I hold nothing dear. Not the place where I live, not the door I pass through every day, not even, damn it, my life. ]
sum i made, nothing compares to the feeling pencil on paper evokes
The Beaches of Agnès (2008)
how to wash a heart, bhanu kapil
Me and emma
Vicente Aleixandre, ed. by Lewis Hyde, from A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems; “The Explosion”
[Text ID: “I devoted myself to one endless afternoon. / I’ve loved you every moment of that afternoon.”]
Continuing to be warm and soft and open to the possibilities of life even when it seems hopeless and you’re heartbroken and soul sick does actually work btw. Like there will be love around you again and real recognizes real
this is going to have me on my hands and knees dry heaving
Weiner dog wearing armor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival (2002)