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“ Your eyes, your raging eyes. ”
— Annie Finch, from Spells: New & Selected Poems; “Creation Story,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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“You make a fool of death with your beauty,”— Florence & The Machine, from High as Hope (2018); “Hunger,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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from “From Modernist Entombment to Postmodernist Exhumation: Dead Bodies in Twentieth-century American Fiction” by Lisa K. Perdigao
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“ Tell me how it is, being
the sun. You could walk
into a room and they’d
all be watching you.
They’d all get down on
their knees. I ask you
how it is, and you
say, “It hurts. It hurts.” ”
the sun. You could walk
into a room and they’d
all be watching you.
They’d all get down on
their knees. I ask you
how it is, and you
say, “It hurts. It hurts.” ”
— R. Wright; Sunlit (via cactuslungs)
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“ croceum pro corpore florem
inveniunt foliis medium cingentibus albis. ”
inveniunt foliis medium cingentibus albis. ”
— “…a flower for a body, gold in its core, surrounded by white petals.”
- from Ovid’s Metamorphoses: Echo et Narcissus. (via xshayarsha)
- from Ovid’s Metamorphoses: Echo et Narcissus. (via xshayarsha)
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