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hi what are your favorite love poems/letters?

I have a compilation of my absolute favourite love letters

as for poems:

“Having a Coke with You” “For Grace, After a Party” and “Morning Poem” by Frank O’Hara

“Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled With Shrieks” by Christopher Citro

“Elegy for My Sadness” and “Song of the Anti-Sisyphus” by Chen Chen

“Intifada Incantation: Poem 38 for b.b.L.” “Poem for My Love” and various poems for Haruko by June Jordan

“One Last Poem for Richard” by Sandra Cisneros

“Snow and Dirty Rain” by Richard Siken

“Wish” and “In Time” by W. S. Merwin

“A Pity, We Were Such a Good Invention” by Yehuda Amichai

“Like a Small Café, That’s Love” by Mahmoud Darwish

“Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally A Love Poem” by Bob Hicok

“For M” by Mikko Harvey

“To Kiss a Forehead” by Marina Tsvetaeva

“When I Tell My Husband I Miss The Sun, He Knows” by Paige Lewis

“The Quiet World” by Jeffrey McDaniel

“Morning Love Poem” by Tara Skurtu

“[Of all the things I have done, I am most proud of our relationship]” and “Aubade” by Yanyi

some French ones:  “J’ai tant rêvé de toi” “Les espaces du sommeil” by Robert Desnos, “Les yeux d’Elsa” “Les mains d’Elsa” by Louis Aragon, “La courbe de tes yeux” “Ma morte vivante” “J’ai fermé les yeux” by Paul Eluard

NCT Jaehyun: a Natal Chart Reading

hi everyone, i was called to do a natal reading for nct’s jung jaehyun because i feel like he gets such a bad rep/misunderstood by others very easily, and i have noticed other astrology enthusiasts reacting negatively to his chart as well. his chart is really interesting to me, so i hope you all can enjoy this analysis, and grow to appreciate him if you’re not already! this is a very hefty analysis, so i will bold key points to help you all digest this post. 

Keep reading

My current to read list:

Everyone Fails. Here’s How to Pick Yourself Back Up.

The life-changing magic of making do

How millennials replaced religion with astrology and crystals    

Mothers Are Teaching Their Daughters Bad Lessons About Beauty

Are You a ‘Testosterone’ or a ‘Dopamine?’

Self-doubt can actually help you bloom — and it all starts with how you talk to yourself

How these 4 women completely changed their lives in a year

The Art of Being Single

A Landmark Study on the Origins of Alcoholism

To Delay Death, Lift Weights

How to Be Confident (When You Don’t Have Anything to Be Confident About)

im obsessed with this guy now

times have been rough lately but here's some art journaling I have to share with y'all :-) I always love seeing the reactions to these bc they're rly cathartic for me to make

Diedrick Brackens - The Cup Is a Cloud

chen chen / moonlight (2016) / fiona apple / stand by me (1986) / clementine von radics / shoplifters (2018) / marina / the florida project (2017) / tracy chapman

“I felt heavy my whole life. I always thought that death would be the heaviest thing of all, but it wasn’t, it really wasn’t. Life was like being dragged through concrete in circles, wet and setting concrete that dried with each rotation of my unwilling body. As a child, I was light. It didn’t matter too much; I slid through it, and maybe it even felt like a game, like I was just playing in mud, like nothing about that slipperiness would ever change, not really. But then I got bigger and it started drying on me and eventually I turned into an uneven block, chipping and sparking on the hard ground, tearing off into painful chunks. I wanted to stay empty, like the eagle in the proverb, left to perch, my bones filled with air pockets, but heaviness found me and I couldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t shake it off; I couldn’t transform it, evaporate or melt it. It was distinct from me, but it hooked itself into my body like a parasite. I couldn’t figure out if something was wrong with me or if this was just my life—if this was just how people felt like concrete was dragging their flesh off their bones.”

— The Death of Vivek Oji, Akwaeke Emezi

1. Clarice Lispector | 2. Egon Schiele | 3. Dylan Thomas | 4. Joseph Lorusso | 5. Jenny Slate | 6. Ron Hicks | 7. Mary Oliver | 8. Safet Zec | 9. Madeline Miller | 10. Antonio Piatti | 11. Ocean Vuong | 12. Peter Wever | 13. Richard Siken

hot girl goes to the cinema alone fit for anon

1. Fyodor Dostoyevsky | 2. Gustav Klimt | 3. C. S. Lewis | 4. Kaethe Kollwitz | 5. Ocean Vuong | 6. Safet Zec | 7. Maggie Stiefvater | 8. Safet Zec | 9. Euripides | 10. Ron Hicks | 11. Ocean Vuong | 12. Edouard Labrosse | 13. Max Porter | 14. Lindsey Kustusch | 15. Lemony Snicket

― Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.

creating myself

doing everything by myself lately. going to the beach, the mountains, museums and italian deli shops. i feel lonely but im done wallowing in that feeling. ill have more fun eating free sardinian olives & flirting with the guy behind the counter anyway . like-minded people will come in time <3

there is a light at the end of whatever darkness you are facing and it is warm and embracing and as nurturing as the sun

“My heart is empty. The emptiness is a mirror turned toward my own face.”

— The Seventh Seal (1957) dir. by Ingmar Bergman (via violentwavesofemotion)

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; entry no. 102

If I hadn’t gone to Gwangju in May of that year, if I hadn’t met you in Gwangju, if I hadn’t let go of your hand in those woods, would you still be alive? But on this 41st May when you’ve finally returned, I realize that I was the one who chose to do all of that. In May of that year, I chose to go to Gwangju and chose to love you with all my heart. I prayed every day that worse pains in life would come to me instead of you. If I had been the one to die in the crossroads of life and death, and you had lived, you would’ve experienced the tides that I had experienced all this time. The life of the one who was left behind. Hence, I’ve finally realized that what I experienced all this time was the Lord’s way of answering my prayer. Those lonely and painful 41 years were merely my love for you.

LEE DO HYUN as Hwang Hee Tae in YOUTH OF MAY (2021)

Catherine Lacey, “Cut” / Robin McKinley, Deerskin / Bruce Springsteen intro to “I’m on Fire” / Mary Ruefle, “Woodtangle” / Dick Lourie, “How Do We Forgive Our Fathers?”

poems about oranges

The Orange by Wendy Cope // Oranges, Really by Eleanor Risteen Gordon // The Stolen Orange by Brian Patten // Oranges by Gary Soto // Why I Am Not a Painter by Frank O'hara // Color by Christina Rossetti // Hey World, Here I Am! by Jean Little // The Boy Who Sells Sweet Oranges by Alicia Cadilla (trans. by H. R. Hays)

Art by Titsay

Winnie the Pooh Mugs & Kettles

i am the knife and the wound

charles baudelaire // nicole homer, underbelly (2019) // unknown // matt maeson // nayyirah waheed // @heavensghost // @anmcrtist // emil m. cioran “encounters with suicide” // claire schwartz “shards with diffuse light” // richard jackson “basic algebra” // detail from “the suicide of lucretia”, 1525 by meester met de papegaa // “life of the party” olivia gatwood // emil m. cioran “the temptation to exist”

“Oh, how often you’ll remember The sudden pain of unnamed longing”

— Anna Akhmatova, from “I’ll erase this day from your memory,” trans. A. S. Kline, White Flock (Hyperborea, 1917)

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“Someone who takes me in like a humble dog, who opens the door for me, brushes me, feeds me, loves me severely like a dog, that’s all I want, like a dog, a child.” — Clarice Lispector trans. Alison Entrekin

“His eyes have the same intense expression as the eyes of a mute animal seeking to convey messages far beyond the power of words, the same pleading intent look of dog’s eyes transmitting a love or distress or anxiety we cannot always understand.” — Anais Nin

“I would love you as a bird loves flight, as meat loves salt, as a dog loves chase, as water finds its own level. Or I would not love you at all.” — Jeanette Winterson

“I wasn’t thrown into the pit of dogs. I dove.” — Jeanann Verlee

“Once, I kissed someone and I’m afraid it ruined the world. I’ve learned it’s not what you do with the knife—it’s how you hold it after. But how do you hold something like that? Something that never stops baring its teeth; a voiceless dog, all bite, no bark.” — Yasmin Belkhyr

“But you see, I was seventeen and alone and nobody gave me anything except one book by Dickinson and she was so neat, so precise, so human and I wasn’t. I just wasn’t. I was just a dog. I wasn’t even that good.” — Megan Fernandes

“Aren’t you a dog anyway, always groveling for love and begging to be petted?” — Kim Addonizio

“The length to which lost love drove men and women never surprised them. They had seen women pull their dresses over their heads and howl like dogs for lost love.” — Toni Morrison

— “Moon Song”, Phoebe Bridgers 

“Your lonely, twitchy heart lounges like a dog on a chain, only dimly understanding the reason it must exhaust itself and then begin to howl, though no one ever comes.” — Kim Addonizio

“I became his accomplice. Afterward, alone in my apartment, I’d fall to the floor and howl like a dog. So as not to kill him. Because I liked it.” — Margarita Karapanou trans. by Karen Emmerich

— “Dog Years”, Maggie Rogers

“The wild dogs roam the summer fields just outside of town. Their eyes flash, bright stars in the woods at night and they weave like fire through the dry grass towards the edge of the city, looking for something to kill and eat. Love is like those wild dogs. If it hunts you down, it will not let you go. And what you can never know from the beginning is how hard or how long you’ll love something; how even when it has gone the love you felt will still chase you down, loping like dark flame through your blood.” — Helen Humphreys

“Love makes a dinner table out of us. Look how it strips us of our bones. Leaves us panting, like dogs left out in the heat.” — Karese Burrows

“But my body’s a bad dog, all dumb tongue and hunger, down on all fours again, tied up outside again, coming when called but then always refusing to stay.” — Ali Shapiro

“And then I realize I am no longer the one leading, my hand between its teeth —fingers tumbling down its gullet; I am being eaten, leash and all.” — Josh Corson

“Grief’s raw tongue licked at your calves insistently, the old, familiar dog. You could have allowed it to continue, until thick, pink loss slid down your throat, the tragedy of it purified through your kidneys.” — Moira J.

“I say: I am an old dog licking its sores just as they scab over. I say: I want to be raw flesh and no hurt.” — Venetta Octavia

“My body is useless. It lies, curled like a dog on the carpet. It has given up.” — Anne Sexton

“Let me hoard even the sorrow that has wandered in from the rain like a stray dog. Let me hold the ancient hungers welled up inside her.” — Melissa Studdard

“All organs must be remembered must not just be kept inside like a trinket in a chest, must not be shelved like old molasses must bark like hounds in the night/ sometimes she wants to eat their light but eats a lark instead, because she wants to possess its bone, because she wants to be a part of something.” — Lisa Marie Basile

— “Hounds of Love”, Kate Bush 

“I want to be a better animal. I want to love what I can while I can: my dogs who cotton the grass, a song that fills my cup and gallops me under a hunter’s moon. So what if I snag in her antlers?” — Ruth Awad

“But sometimes, I swear I hear it, the wound closing like a rusted-over garage door, and I can still move my living limbs into the world without too much pain, can still marvel at how the dog runs straight toward the pickup trucks break-necking down the road, because she thinks she loves them, because she’s sure, without a doubt, that the loud roaring things will love her back.” — Ada Limon

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fr. “An Oresteia” trans. by Anne Carson

— since our story is a crime itself | g.f.