one more hour.
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Audre Lorde, from The Black Unicorn: Poems; “Power”
[Text ID: “I have not been able to touch the destruction within me.”]
rain in the background while you’re sleeping>>>>>>
Being median is funny. I'm not a singlet and not multiple, but a secret third thing. Who am I? Depends on the day but when it comes down to it, I'm me. Who's that? Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy. I'm people soup. A coin with two sides, but still a coin.
the music will always save me
Learning so much about myself as I sit in the discomfort of my past
so there’s this insane rage and anger
Unimaginable emptiness again
“Most persecutors are just misguided protectors” I’m going to bite you
— Friedrich Nietzsche, 1883
Giuseppe Ungaretti, from a poem titled "Christmas," featured in Selection of Modern Italian Poetry
Edna St. Vincent Millay, Rapture and Melancholy: The Diaries of Edna St. Vincent Millay
Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Mary Bowles wr. c. August 1861
Sylvia Plath, aged 22, in a letter to her mother (dated Sunday, 9 January 1955)
— June Gehringer, ‘I get so jealous of euthanized dogs’ (via lunamonchtuna)
I love music so much, I hope I'm a pair of headphones in my next life
★ dabisho playlist !! requested by @crematedpast !
(You’ve chosen to not remember this part.)
“My life is made up of ‘I’m sorry’. I feel like I have to apologize to people, to things, to life itself. It’s like, ‘I’m sorry to be here’. I don’t want to disturb anyone.”
— Yohji Yamamoto
“There were lots of ways to love someone, I guessed, both by remembering and forgetting.“
— Sarah Dessen, The Rest of the Story
“I’m in the mood for solitude, but for you, I’ll make room.”
— Bruce Adler
Part of the 'Wandering Echoes' collection.
so much left to say
Joaquín Nin, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940
i LOVE images like this truly i love the vagueness of "i heart music" No need to specify What music or under what conditions Music is simply enough .......... &i understand. i have the musiclistener's spirit
Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998