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eylipses · 1 year
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the sea would probably just wash me away like a the wind that brushes my hair
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Palestinian poet, Mahmoud Darwish
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notyourmusebby · 2 months
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no rizz just brown sparkly loving eyes and a soft smile
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mournfulroses · 6 months
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Gabriela Mistral, from The Selected Poems of Gabriela Mistral; "Poem of the Son,"
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carusgf · 10 months
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Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don't always notice it at first but you'll see that 'brown' no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There's nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own.
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dumblr · 14 days
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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i’m bad with words,
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i hope you’re good in
reading eyes.
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soracities · 7 months
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Marina Tsvetaeva, from "Yesterday he still looked in my eyes", Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Bernard Comrie)
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ghostdrinkssoup · 2 years
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why do all the killers in s1 want to date hannibal so bad. he’s the hottest girl in school and they’re all down horrendously bad but he’s obsessed with will, the sad loser in the corner who doesn’t even notice him… what in the high school romcom is this
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markantonys · 6 months
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– Langston Hughes
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miwtual · 8 months
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#YJWEEK2023 | day six ➙ poem association ↳ Aeschylus, Agamemnon (insp)
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eylipses · 2 years
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she’s a beauty that lays bare for all to see not even morning rays compare
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Palestinian poet, Refaat Alareer
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The darkest seas surround us in their most somber waves, reminding us that we are not alone; that we will be okay.
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deanjohn · 9 months
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WHAT I AM NOT, Nicole Krauss
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fairydrowning · 1 year
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"The truth is love exists so much more than a romantic partner. Love is everything around you, and I hope you learn how to open your eyes to that. I hope you find love in every aspect of your life. I hope you find it tucked into early morning sunrises and the smell of your favorite places. I hope you find it strung between the laughter you share with friends. I hope it bounces off of you when you hug the people you care for. I hope it swells within your rib cage whenever you hear your favorite song or discover something that moves you. I hope you fall in love with growth and change and the messiness and the beauty of making mistakes and becoming exactly who you want to be. I hope you find love in places that were once devoid of it. In places within yourself that you could have been softer to kinder to in the past. Because if there is one thing I have learned, it is that love is so much more than a human being who holds your heart. Love is everything around you. It is everything."
– Bianca Sparacino, The Strength in Our Scars
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greenlaut · 3 months
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orange tree
myrrh in your lungs and the golden disk haloed behind your head
your face is made for war
(would you trip and fall like a shot dove?)
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(irl stuff below cut)
since my father's death i have been doing awful with drawing. i can't bring myself to make art. i feel like i lost something. i can't understand it—i still can't.
this is the first piece since my father's death that feels like i'm back in my own skin.
i have been playing assassin's creed lately to pass the time. when i was a teenager, i loved ac very much. altaïr was my favourite as a teen. i think it's the rage and helplessness that we share that made me identify with him. i couldn't afford the games as a kid so i'd spend hours just watching walkthroughs, looking at fanarts, and reading fanfictions. years later and now as an adult, i'm playing ac unity that i got on a whim when it was on sale. i think i'll purchase ac1 when it's on sale later. for now, i will indulge my past self by playing as a french man doomed by the narrative.
while it's off topic, this piece is inspired by the relationship of palestinians with their oranges/orange trees. free palestine.
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