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lunamonchtuna · 5 days
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tr: how do we tell the sea that we are drowning on land?
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kafka was so right i literally could have built the pyramids with the effort it has taken me to cling onto life and reason
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— Velimir Khlebnikov, from "Everland," Collected Poems & Selected Writings (via lunamonchtuna)
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he can infodump so deep inside me I'll have trivia running down my leg
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— Paige Lewis, from Space Struck
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lunamonchtuna · 18 days
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— Nizar Qabbanj, ‘Between Us’
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lunamonchtuna · 21 days
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my boyfriend started listening to hozier and now he's my bisexual girlfriend
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Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home
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lunamonchtuna · 2 months
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when you start reading again and it's like oh. oh . the sun actually does still shine.
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— F. Scott Fitzgerald, from The Love of the Last Tycoon (via lunamonchtuna)
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lunamonchtuna · 2 months
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Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be like those poets who care about the moon. Palestinians don’t see the moon from jail cells and prisons. It’s so beautiful, the moon. They’re so beautiful, the flowers.
— Noor Hindi, from “Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying,” DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.
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lunamonchtuna · 2 months
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leaving your house and coming back home is an underrated blessing.
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“death is nothing at all. i have only slipped away into the next room. i am i, and you are you. whatever we were to each other, that we still are. call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used to. put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. play, smile, think of me, pray for me. let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effort, no trace of a shadow on it. life means all that it ever meant. it is the same as it ever was. there is unbroken continuity. why should i be out of mind because i am out of sight? i am waiting for you, somewhere very near. just around the corner. all is well.”
— a quote i found lurking around an old radiohead site, http://www.radiohead.com/Archive/Site4/tt006.html (via christian-suburbanites)
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— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, “To the Desert” from Dark and Perfect (El Paso: Cinco Puntos Press, 1995) (via lunamonchtuna)
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“Boring days, an unknown future, an irregular sleep, days pass and nothing new."
- Mahmoud Darwish
"Be-dili kya yun he din guzar jayenge,
Sirf zinda rahe hum toh marr jayenge."
- Jaun Elia
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