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"After love, no one is what they were before."

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
(via wordsnquotes)

"I will always be the virgin prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman."

Anaïs Nin, Henry and June (via provst)

"Somehow I hope you never forget it. They way my upper lip trembled and my nose shivered when I fathomed it. The way my voice mortified into broken and high pitched pieces and the way I retained waves behind in my eyes. I hope you never forget, what it looks like when grief takes over your cells and erupts. I never forget the way I held myself hoping it was you, but also hoping it was not you, ever ever again."

Elay Neal Moses, 2016 (via coachela)

"…this is precisely what patriarchy sets out to do: to split material production from spiritual experience, science from magic, medicine from herbal knowledge and psychic/seasonal environment, sexuality from the sacred, art from craft…language from poetry– and to place the resultant “specialized,” abstracted, and mechanistic knowledge in the hands of a privileged male elite organized into professions, hierarchies, and classes. To reduce the ecstatic dance of muscle, blood, and soul to factory assembly lines, production output schedules, and the gross national product."

Barbara Mor (and Monica Sjoo)

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… the past splits in two:

          one stays in the past and dies

one past shape-shifts    walks with you.

"

Camille Rankine, from “Necessity Defense of Institutional Memory,” Incorrect Merciful Impulses 
(via celestialanarchist)

"Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional."

Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
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"1. it’s been eighty-two days since she last made her bed
2. between trash and clothes, she can’t see the floor
3. she slept next to a pizza box for six nights in a row

at first it was a lack of motivation to do anything

now the mess just makes it easier for her to disappear"

Trista Mateer, from “Small Ghost Doesn’t Clean Her Room,” Small Ghost (via lifeinpoetry)

"And there you are. And I liked you a lot today. A lot. And I want to talk to you. Selfishly."

Anne Sexton, from No Evil Star: Selected Essays, Interviews, and Prose ; “The Freak Show”
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"We’re asleep until we love. We’re children of dust… But fall in love —and you’re god, you’re pure as on the first day of creation."

Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace
(via antigonick)

"Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you,
At incredible speed, traveling day and night,
Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through narrow passes.
But will he know where to find you,
Recognize you when he sees you,
Give you the thing he has for you?"

John Ashbery, from At North Farm
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