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6 months ago
The earth is heavy and opaque without dreams.

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. III: 1939-1944


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6 months ago
Name Moodboard: Order For "marwa" | Want One?
Name Moodboard: Order For "marwa" | Want One?
Name Moodboard: Order For "marwa" | Want One?
Name Moodboard: Order For "marwa" | Want One?

name moodboard: order for "marwa" | want one?


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6 months ago
Archive Moodboard: Order For @two-daysintojune | Want One?
Archive Moodboard: Order For @two-daysintojune | Want One?
Archive Moodboard: Order For @two-daysintojune | Want One?
Archive Moodboard: Order For @two-daysintojune | Want One?
Archive Moodboard: Order For @two-daysintojune | Want One?
Archive Moodboard: Order For @two-daysintojune | Want One?
Archive Moodboard: Order For @two-daysintojune | Want One?
Archive Moodboard: Order For @two-daysintojune | Want One?
Archive Moodboard: Order For @two-daysintojune | Want One?

archive moodboard: order for @two-daysintojune | want one?


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6 months ago
By Anne

By 安妮雅Anne


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6 months ago
Virginia Woolf, From A Letter To Vita Sackville-West

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West


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6 months ago
Hans Bellmer, Untitled (Hands Triptych)
Hans Bellmer, Untitled (Hands Triptych)

Hans Bellmer, Untitled (Hands Triptych)


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6 months ago
Franz Kafka, From A Letter Featured In "Kafka: The Tremendous World I Have Inside My Head,"

Franz Kafka, from a letter featured in "Kafka: The Tremendous World I Have Inside my Head,"


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5 months ago

I like em overly romantic and only into me


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5 months ago
text id: Does it hurt? -  the doctor asked,
examining in bewilderment
the flower that’d sprouted
directly in my heart—
a delicate flower with white petals,
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which I noticed suddenly
one morning,
while shaving before the mirror,
bare to the waist, cautiously drawing 
the razor along my cheek.
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The flower's pale petals stood out
amidst the black hair on my chest,
so fragile
I feared touching them—
lest they fall off…
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"At this age and in such winter's chill?"
pondered another doctor,
who had been called from a distant country,
where it's said to be a common occurrence
to see people on the streets
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completely covered in flowers...
 
"True, but in that country, it's eternal spring,
the weather is always rainy and warm,"
remarked the botanist, and,
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inspecting the flower
under a magnifying glass, went on,
"This is your last flower.
You must not let it wither,
otherwise, you yourself will wither with it.
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So,
keep it safe from evil eye and evil thorn,
and water it three times a day..."
 
...And when they all left, and I, once again,
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stood before the mirror
to finish shaving, I distinctly heard
the flower say,
"I will wither if love dries up in your heart,
and I will die, you hear me?"
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the flower's voice grew louder,
"and if another flower blooms in your heart,
I am warning you, you will die with me,
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and we will be buried
under the same grave mound—
lost amidst the flowers."

"Does it hurt?", Hovhannes Grigoryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)


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5 months ago
From The Introduction To Emily Wilsons Translation Of The Iliad

from the introduction to emily wilsons translation of the iliad


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5 months ago
 Speeches For Dr Frankenstein, Margaret Atwood

― Speeches for Dr Frankenstein, Margaret Atwood

[text ID: you dangle on the leash / of your own longing; your /  need grows teeth]


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5 months ago
When people fall in love with love
they fling themselves in the abyss

Marina Tsvetaeva,from "As people listen intently", Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Maxwell Shorter)


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