“…the heart slips backward, remembering, remembering.”
— Anne Sexton, from “The Twelve-Thousand-Day Honeymoon” in The Complete Poems
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“this body is just a bad dream”
— Jess R. Sutton, from my only regret is having a body
“I notice Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via flower-film)
The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day…
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via loveage-moondream)
I am on fire with that soft sound / You make, in uttering my name.
James Elroy Flecker, from The Collected Poems; “We That Were Friends,”
“The body will always make more room / for grief.”
— Kate Gaskin, from “Poem with a Possible Unidentified Flying Object,” published in Tin House
I will not be another flower picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.
Erin Van Vuren (via loveage-moondream)
This is the sound of ten million girls
singing of a time in the universe
when they were born with tigers
breathing between their thighs;
when they set out for battle
with all three eyes on fire,
their golden breasts held high
like weapons to the sky.— Tishani Doshi, from “The River of Girls,” Everything Begins Elsewhere
I would love to talk to you about many things and see you listening silently; to read to you sometime.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Lou Salomé witten c. April 1904
He is like a moonbeam, like a shaft of silver.
Salomé by Oscar Wilde
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