― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
[text ID: I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy."]
Zeewolde, the Netherlands
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I Will Tell this Story to the Sun Until You Remember that You are the Sun, Erin Slaughter
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musings on kisses
― Simone de Beauvoir (Letters to Sartre), Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec [Le Lit (The Bed), Au lit: le baiser (In Bed: The Kiss)], Indran Amirthanayagam (Kiss), Auguste Rodin, Gustav Klimt (The Kiss), Sara Teasdale (The Kiss)
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a list of poems that erode my heart, bit by bit.
a love note by adeeba shahid talukder
the gardener 85 by rabindranath tagore
from blossoms by li-young lee
the snow fairy by claude mckay
last night by faiz ahmed faiz (i don't have a reliable translation for this )
you can't have it all by barbara ras
mountain dew commercial disguised as a love song by matthew olzmann
a book said dream and i do by barbara ras
i love you to the moon & by chen chen
14 love songs by elizabeth jacobson
lover by ada limón
night walk by franz wright
the persimmon tree by lee jae-mu
lullaby by w. h. auden
eating together by li-young lee
april moon by cathy song
a dawn letter by kwak je-mu
on love by kahil gibran
When Ocean Vuong wrote “Don’t we touch each other just to prove we are still here?“ and Alex Turner sang “And do you look into the mirror to remind yourself you’re there? / Or have somebody’s goodnight kisses got that covered?”
Jeffrey Eugenides, from “The Virgin Suicides”