I Care For You More Than I Care For Your Caring Of Me. I Care For You So Much That I Will Hurt You To

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

Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):

“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.

“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.

“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.

“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”

“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”

“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“ Apprehensible, yet invisible (that is, nothing), blue shares something with olfaction […] In about 1700, before Novalis and his blue flower, before Goethe and [Werther’s] blue-coat-yellow-vest, Bernard Perrot made a blue-glass scent bottle in the shape of a deeply moulded scallop shell. Its metal stopper is connected by a silvery chain. The back of the bottle is flat with a moulded design of a sun(flower). A paradox of blue: the bottle is both the shell from below, from the deep blue sea and as the sun from above in the clear blue sky […] a Janus head of sorts.” (Carol Mavor, “A Foggy Lullaby”, Blue Mythologies)

Bernard Perrot, Blue Glass Perfume Bottle, c. 1700, Orléans

Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.]

RUSSIAN DOLL 2.07

Which one is your favourite? @thoughtstherapy

i needed to read this