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i love you for more than your skin

by: shan aman || ig: @shanaman_ 

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ig: @shaniaaman​

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cheesy  

by shan aman

i'm sorry,

i don't mean it, truly

when i say you're cheesy

know that behind my

inscrutable guise

is a girl giddy to find

a man of humorous mind

one she may not have sought

but fate, she never fought

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it’s absolutely gorgeous outside - blue skies! sunshine! not a cloud to be seen! - but my desk is its own perfect brand of moody and marvelous while the sun shines on the opposite side of our little house

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physically i am in a pandemic but emotionally i’m in a storm in my best dress, fearless

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no other adjectives to describe the marvel of these words but beautiful

richard siken, “the language of the birds” / chris schoonover / nikki giovanni, “hands: for mother’s day” / alda merini, “antique lyric” / denis sarazhin / mary ruefle

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reblogging so i could read when i have the luxury of time to truly digest and enjoy these writings 

i’m doing #escapril along with camp nanowrimo as well! though i’m not sure if this is a prose poem or creative non-fiction, i wanted to share it because i wrote it in 20 minutes without ever feeling the anxiety of writing good. i won’t bother you here with #escapril prompts but if you want to see what i will be writing, you can follow me on instagram.🤍

[TEXT ID: THE EXACT MIDDLE It’s April. Sun is hot, specks of dust waver in thin air, and the cold side of your pillow gets warmer. But you stand. You stand still with your hand open and on your chest like a marble statue, counting breaths and intervals wondering which one will be the last. Beyond the light, there’s this ceiling exploding in your mind at some boring nights. You ask to yourself— 

“Where can I ever find the exact middle of human flesh? Where does it all begin and where does it slice in half? I, for one, know that I must fetch a pen and place my dot on somewhere. I must start this mortal cage before I reach the middle of it.“ 

So you search with a fresh vigor culminating just now. You trace the bones and veins with the tip of your finger. There’re bumps along the way and here and there a heap of bushy hair accompanies you. And you notice, perhaps for the first time, how the sound of your skin changes under your touch. There is a new texture and it is mind blowing to you. To be stored in this deep vortex, this excruciating numbness for ages! As if you never smelled the grass— unthinkable! 

But then you fall asleep. It is evening and the sun descends the steps of sky without haste. Indigo shades wake and you still wonder the exact middle, that  turning point tantalizing, revolutionizing the whole body and seizing it under ageless chaos. Alas! It melts away in your fingers with a sweet melody.]

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in my case, i know how to be alone - and amongst the quiet, self-loathing has become my constant companion. 

i learned to live with it as if it was a part of my being. 

i never ask what to do, because then, what is there to do?

erase my whole existence? this voice is embedded deep in my soul. 

there’s no way to get rid of it if i don’t get rid of myself first.

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

#sad girl shit

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those shelves look like they’re about to give up but - it’s a mood!

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Reblogging to keep note of the book and someday get the reference when I acquire a copy

Mary Ruefle, from Trances of the Blast; “Woodtangle”

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IG: hoarding.chapters

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just echoing what other people have said: THE QUEEN HAS SPOKEN

Me in 2020: life is chill, writing songs based in fiction to avoid drama, feeling pretty grown up

My 2008 music from the vault, in a goblin voice: “REELEEEEEEASE MR PERFECTLY FIIIIIIINE”

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‘hold-on’

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E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962

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strawberry wine,

strawberry ice cream, 

and strawberry sex.

strawberries have become the prefect metaphor for indulging but fleeting romantic entanglements. 

Strawberries - 31.03.21-  🍓

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oh my god, this is powerful. 

Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad 

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to tumblr poets,

i love y’all. you unleash in me a sense of nostalgia my heart’s been unknowingly seeking for. i write this as i suffer a headache, mid-work, finding relief in words spilled on the internet. 

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