Latest Posts by prosemoireia - Page 5
How two hands touch and the bonds will never be broken.
Mary Oliver, from Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver
neta l. in spite
[Text ID: “Admit it was on purpose. Confess that you saw the rot and chose to stay. That you touched the cobwebs and the dusty staircase and you loved me still. That you saw it all and lived there deliberately. That you fixed the leaky faucet instead of turning it off and changed the light bulbs instead of kneeling in broken glass. Tell me you weren’t blind and deaf to it, promise you loved me knowingly.” /End ID]
i want to go home. i will always want to go home. even when i am at home i want to go home. but i’m not really thinking of a place, it’s more that feeling of everything finally being over, of seeing the light in the windows of your house on a cold night, of being safe, the relief of leaving a party you’re not enjoying, like when you felt sick at school and they sent you home, or when you got upset at a sleepover and they called your parents. i want my mam to come get me. i want to go home.
Growing Up & Losing Friends
Fernando Pessoa, “A Little Larger Than The Entire Universe” | A. Timofeev, “Spring” | Mikko Harvey, “For M” | F. Scott Fitzgerald | Adele “When We Were Young” | Willem Haenraets, “A Letter for Two Friends” | Alain de Botton | Hishaam Siddiqi, “Where Did You Go?” | @honeytuesday | Edward Hopper, “Pensive Lady in Pink” | George R.R. Martin, “A Game of Thrones”
do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time
“I fell asleep in the deep velvet of this wood; I dreamt divine things.”
— Delmira Agustini, from Morning Songs: Poems; “The Wings,” c. 1910
do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time
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M. A. Thompson - I Won’t Write My Poem ‘Till I’m In My Right Mind X
Mary Oliver X
Richard Siken - road music
George Sand (Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin) in her letter to Gustave Flaubert X
Ada Limón - The Carrying X
Nikki Giovanni - Mirrors X
“I just want to be kind in a world that isn’t”
@keuhkopussirotta / fleabag / jamie anderson / holly warburton / richard siken / mitski / aracelis girmay by @heavensghost / philip pullman
from love as an act of merciful conquer by silas denver melvin
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predatory wasp of the palisades, sufjan stevens || i lost a friend, finneas o’connell || the odyssey || darker than erebus, L.L. || dead poets society, 1989 ||sylvia plath || i loved my friend, langston hughes || richard siken
christopher marlowe wrote plays 400 years ago and they went on to give me massive brain rot
Anna Akhmatova, tr. by Lenore Mayhew and William Mcnaughton, from Poem Without A Hero and Selected Poems; “In a dream”
“And maybe home isn’t where it used to be. And maybe that’s okay. We build our own houses as we grow older and they don’t always have four walls.”
— (via c0ntemplations)
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ghada al-samman // little women, louisa may alcott // howl’s moving castle, hayao miyazaki // the inferno, henri barbusse // the book thief, markus zusak // a letter to louise webb, charles bukowski // anastasia, don bluth & gary goldman // primer for the nuclear age, rita dove // san francisco poems or letters to jack, cathy linh che // night and day, virginia woolf
Of all my dead it’s you
who come to me unfinished
— Adrienne Rich, A Woman Dead in her Forties
“Forgive my fingers for when they find your body they will lose themselves.”
— Tyler Knott Gregson
there is no such thing as good grief
“big god,” florence + the machine/mary oliver/richard siken/wandavision/jamie anderson/“good grief,” hayley williams/unknown/“i promised no more poetry,” trista mateer/“heaven’s gate,” the wonder years