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...Nothing is better than to live
a storyless life that needs
no writing for meaning ---
when I am gone, let others say
they lost a happy man,
though no one can tell how happy I was.
Ha Jin, "Missed Time"
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As though touching her
might make him known to himself,
as though his hand moving
over her body might find who
he is, as though he lay inside her, a country
his hand’s traveling uncovered,
as though such a country arose
continually up out of her
to meet his hand’s setting forth and setting forth.
And the places on her body have no names.
And she is what’s immense about the night.
And their clothes on the floor are arranged
for forgetfulness.
Li-Young Lee, "Dwelling," Book of My Nights (via lifeinpoetry)
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pussydeity-deactivated20151212
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*seductively takes DS stylus out of mouth like a cigarette* So… i heard you like Pokemon…..
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Not to forget you. To endure.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Death,” Uncollected Poems (The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke)
this year though your last tooth unpetals your daisy mouth though you love him not you will find appetite enough burrowing like a sand dollar in your ocean of guts invisible hunger enough to swallow him whole then to let his hair spill from your lips, strand by sanguine strand and to smile with this new face this new, loud, revolting way of meaning it
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a crime-shaped corpse
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… and I want to tell you something,
come close I want to whisper it, to pour
the words burning into you, the same words for each one of you,
listen, it’s simple, I’m saying it now, while I’m still sober,
while I’m not about to weep bitterly into my own glass,
while you’re still here — don’t go yet, stay, stay,
give me your shoulder to lean against, steady me, don’t let me drop,
I’m so in love with you I can’t stand up.
Kim Addonizio, “Glass” (via seols)
1) "social media presence" can bite my ass.
2) shut up w/ yr gender, as a courtesy.
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Someone writes to me: ‘In the evening of our life, we will be judged on love.’ Then condemnation is certain.
Albert Camus, Notebooks (1951-1959)
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… How many days
are left of my life, how much does it matter if I manage to say
one true thing about it –
Kim Addonizio, from “The Numbers” (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
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Isn’t it your dream
to be wholly invisible someday?
Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Ninth Elegy,” Duino Elegies (The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke)
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You don't get what all this is abt Yr too wrapped up in yr self-doubt
idk man
I surveil myself too much for my own good, I think. I am still, beyond anything, afraid of looking foolish.
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My first lemonade!
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slinkyfailures
Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that