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Rachel Eliza Griffiths, “Good Mother”

“On earth, the terrible things and the beautiful things continue to happen beside each other. On the moon in the darkness, nothing. On earth in the darkness, sometimes rain swells like applause.”

— Jeffrey Morgan, from “All Night No Sleep Now This” published in BOAAT (via pigmenting)

Orpheus in Spring - Jenny George

The point is to laugh into a kiss, to laugh at yourself, to laugh w the world but not at it, to share your dreams w people who listen to them, to realize when you’re wrong, to apologize even if it’s years later, to eat the bread that comes w dinner, to dive into the sea even when the water is cold, to forgive yourself but not be blind to your self, to remember your friends birthdays, to look for luck everywhere, to be sentimental and unashamed of it, to admit when you don’t know, to hold a shell to your ear and listen for the ocean, to hold your own hand and not shy away from someone else’s, to stop and smell the roses and the night blooming jasmine and the freesia, to live outside your head, to know how to cook for when you’re joyous and heartbroken and ravenous and lazy, to not crush the spider but help it outside, to always rediscover who you are and allow room for others to do the same, to watch the sunrise, to keep flowers in your house, to not let hopelessness poison you

woodland moodboard 🌳🌿🦌

Chelsea DesAutels, “Maybe You Need to Write A Poem About Mercy,” in A Dangerous Place

i feel feelings

Jonathan Wells, “April Morning”

home sweet home

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Maya C. Popa, “Ghost Crabs”

“I really do sincerely feel that bewilderment is at the core of every great poem, and in order to be bewildered, you have to be able to wonder. You absolutely have to be permeable to wonder. Maintaining an orientation towards wonder in a time where the government is conspiring against it, in a time where black people are being murdered at the hands of the state, in a time when the Earth is very much trying to warn us about what we’re doing to it, maintaining an orientation towards wonder becomes really difficult. It’s the work that I have to do every day, the work of trying to find sources of wonder, even in our sadness and loneliness, or even in our anger.”

— Kaveh Akbar for LitHub [x]

"What can anyone give you greater than now" William Stafford

still obsessed with how joel was just a pocket full of dad powered sunshine in the first half of the episode. he was like my demons? those bitches have been exorcised it’s time to be silly and goofy. I’m suddenly capable of talking about my feelings. look I found that ravioli u like. let’s actually stop here on the side of the highway and play boggle. my face is a little sore bc I’m relearning how to smile but it’s worth it. honestly in an au where the fireflies weren’t at the lab I bet he would have suggested they keep walking to california so they could have a beach day

Nighttime Begins with a Line by Pablo Neruda

by Yusef Komunyakaa

So my body went on growing, by night, went on pleading & singing to the earth I was born to be woven back into: Love, let me see if I can’t sink my roots deeper into you, your minerals & water, your leaf-rot & gold, telling & un- telling of the oldest tales inscribed on wind-carved rocks, silt & grass, your song & prayers, your oaths & myths, your nights & days in one unending lament, your luminous swarm of wet kisses & stings, your spleen and mind, your outrageous forgetting & remembrance, your ghosts & rebirths, your thunder stones & mushrooms, & your kind loss of memory.

how do you just get up and deal with the fact that there’s a last time for everything. there was a last time you sat on your dads shoulders and there was a last time your mom tucked you into bed. there’s going to be a last time you kiss your sister on the head and there’s going to be a last time you hug your best friend. there’s going to be a last time you feel exactly as you feel right now and there’s going to be a last time that person says i love you. i need to lay down

"And I also know that love is a pretty quiet thing. It's lying on the sofa together drinking coffee, talking about where you're going to go that morning to drink more coffee. It's folding down pages of books you think they'd find interesting. It's hanging up their laundry when they leave the house having moronically forgotten to take it out of the washing machine. It's the texts: 'Hope today goes well', 'How did today go?', 'Thinking of you today' and 'Picked up loo roll.' I know that love happens under the splendour of moon and stars and fireworks and sunsets but it also happens when you're lying in blow-up air beds in a childhood bedroom, sitting in A&E or in the queue for a passport or a traffic jam. Love is a quiet, reassuring thing: something you can easily forget is there, even though its palms are outstretched beneath you in case you fall."

– Everything I Know About Love, Book by "Dolly Alderton"

the entire point of life is to be silly, kind, and really weird btw.

Diannely Antigua, from “Training”

The Secret World of Arrietty 借りぐらしのアリエッティ (2010)

whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück