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You drift between earth and death which seem, finally, strangely alike.

L⚜ Louise Glück, Persephone the Wanderer  ( via: the-l-o-o-k-b-o-o-k )

exposed, tortured, ecstatic—

Denise Levertov, from Sands of the Well: Poems; “Unaccompanied,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

Tell me, Atlas.

maghrib at home

Mouna Kalla-Sacranie © more here

Remember that the world began in a manic episode, too. God likes to hoard sharp things, just like you. We are saving you. And we need to hear it one more time: Who knows best?

Lydia Havens, From the Voices, published in “Pouch” (via mythaelogy)

‘But, I love him.’ the Sea whispers to the Sun. ‘I know,’ The Sun replies. ‘But I’ve loved him longer. I loved him first.’

The Fall of Icarus - Commentary  | p.d (via lostcap)

But then I hold myself back, because I knew I’ll be burned too, once I start a fire that matches you.

ma.c.a // I almost touch the spark (via vomitingwords)

Dance is a body’s refusal to die. But, oh, your gone hair. The flame & orange flare. Our forms, our least known selves— barrel, sugar, & stench. Your pleas, looped in writing, the stutter of a body’s broken grammar. —Cathy Linh Che, from “I walked through the trees, mourning.” published in Poetry Magazine

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