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June Jordan, from "Intifada Incantation: Poem #8 for b.b.L.", Directed by Desire: The Complete Poems of June Jordan

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Wednesday, December 27

Low poly art: the Picasso of pixels

Low poly art is more than a bunch of shapes thrown together. It's the nostalgia trip that feels like diving headfirst into a retro video game. It's a glorious mishmash of shapes and angles that somehow come together to create pure blocky visual magic. The triangles, quadrilaterals, and nonagons come together like a polygon transformer Michael Bay wishes he included in those movies—a visual symphony of feel-good shapes.

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i am my father's daughter

and the only things i know

are fire, blood and anger

i am my father's daughter

and i will love you

until my heart's been burned to ashes

i am my father's daughter

and i wield my love like a weapon

the way i've been taught to

#poets on tumblr #poetry

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“I choose to love you in silence because in silence I find no rejection, and in silence no one owns you but me.”

— Rumi

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faithful and virtuous night, louise glück// ?//-// vampire empire, big thief// night shift, lucy dacus// me & my dog, boygenius// ?// ?

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{Words by Erika L. Sanchez, from "La Cueva" /Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye}

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—my old love for him, like a songbird's rib cage picked clean.

—Sharon Olds, excerpt of "Years Later", in Stag's Leap

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can you tell i love the beaches in this world?🥹

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i just think he’s neat

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Understand that there is a beast within you that can drink till it is sick, but cannot drink till it is satisfied. Understand that it will use the conventions of the visible world to turn your tongue to stone. It alone knows you. It does not wish you well. 

—Frank Bidart, excerpt of "The Third Hour of the Night", in Half Light

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“The ground was right now not the ground, and the sky was not the sky, and lie was truth and truth was a shifting, slithering thing. Truth was making me sick.”

— Marlon James, Black Leopard, Red Wolf

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“Rage, maybe rage would lift me up, make me stand, make me walk—”

— Marlon James, Black Leopard, Red Wolf

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early virtual memories

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on getting better

?// ?// call your mom, noah kahan// letters to friends, family and editors, franz kafka// call your mom, noah kahan// september affirmation (Don’t Be Afraid), Keaton St. James (@boykeats) // @smuktvejr // ?// ?// 'east boston, 1996; night walk' in god's silence, franz wright// ending, jonny bolduc// listen, tara bray// the haunting of hill house, shirley jackson// little red cap, carol ann duffy// @daisies-on-a-cup// evermore, taylor swift// @angelwarm// long story short, taylor swift

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it’s not a hozier song unless i can’t tell if it’s about the evils of capitalism or eating pussy

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“This is the house that built me and I’m gonna burn it down. This is the river I crawled from and I refuse to drown here. And bless the strippers but fuck the men. And bless the berries but fuck the farm. And bless the daughter but fuck the family. What is a home if not the first place you learn to run from? You’ve got to bite the hand that starves you, and in doing so Praise the place that birthed you. Birthed you fucked up. Birthed you ugly, and interesting, and ready to scream.”

— Courtney Love Prays To Oregon, Clementine von Radics