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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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October cups my face in gentle hands. sunlight filters through me, casting my heart on the pavement like stained glass. i know i‘m going to be alright.
— (i wish i knew where this is from)
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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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when will there be compassion?
when the dead tree flowers.
when will the dead tree flower?
when you take my hand.
— margaret atwood
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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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i want it
to be my fault
she said
so i can fix it
— louise glück
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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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memory is a rope around the neck
— clementine von radics
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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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instead of dreaming, i now love. and while loving, i create what i afterwards recognize as a dream.
— anaïs nin
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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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it is at dusk that the most interesting things occur, for that is when simple differences fade away. i could live in everlasting dusk.
— olga tokarczuk
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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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we‘ll dream of a longer summer. but this is the one we have; i lay my sunburnt head on your table: this is the time we have.
— adrienne rich
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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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i wish you all the aloneness you hunger for. that big kitchen table where you sit laughing with friends. i see it happening.
— franz wright
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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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it has been raining all night. summer rain. the liveliness of it keeps me awake. I am so happy to have lived.
- linda gregg
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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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i‘m chasing myself (i have been for years)
- susan sontag
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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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and still, on the days i want to be alive the sunlight leaves me stunned like a kiss
- hanif abdurraqib
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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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… its boulevards of peach and vanilla stucco dissolve in the mists of autumn … in the sugar syrup of nostalgia, acquiring the elaboration of artifice, i am inventing an imaginary city as i go along.
- angela carter
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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.
— angela carter
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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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October is my empire
my delicate hands control
things to be lost
— ryūichi tamura
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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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i never call your name, but you are in me like the song in the nightingale‘s throat even when it‘s not singing.
— dulce maría loynaz
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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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they say nothing lasts forever but they‘re just scared it will last longer than they can love it.
— ocean vuong
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deepseaidyll · 1 year
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my darling, today i love you so sweetly, so joyfully — you don‘t know how… I dreamt of you last night — as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me.
— vladimir nabokov
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