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Love, because it is who you are
Not because it is what you want
Not because it is what you want
November 14, 2024 at 10:20 PM
Love, because it is who you are
Not because it is what you want
Not because it is what you want
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Perhaps for now
it can be enough
to simply marvel
at the mystery
of how a heart
so broken
can go on beating,
as if it were made
for precisely this—
as if it trusts
that its own
persistent pulse
is the rhythm
of a blessing
we cannot
begin to fathom
but will save us
nonetheless.
~Jan Richardson
it can be enough
to simply marvel
at the mystery
of how a heart
so broken
can go on beating,
as if it were made
for precisely this—
as if it trusts
that its own
persistent pulse
is the rhythm
of a blessing
we cannot
begin to fathom
but will save us
nonetheless.
~Jan Richardson
February 7, 2025 at 7:40 AM
Perhaps for now
it can be enough
to simply marvel
at the mystery
of how a heart
so broken
can go on beating,
as if it were made
for precisely this—
as if it trusts
that its own
persistent pulse
is the rhythm
of a blessing
we cannot
begin to fathom
but will save us
nonetheless.
~Jan Richardson
it can be enough
to simply marvel
at the mystery
of how a heart
so broken
can go on beating,
as if it were made
for precisely this—
as if it trusts
that its own
persistent pulse
is the rhythm
of a blessing
we cannot
begin to fathom
but will save us
nonetheless.
~Jan Richardson
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we stay alive with poetry and art and love
January 30, 2025 at 12:33 AM
we stay alive with poetry and art and love
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I am a museum of everything I’ve loved.
January 31, 2025 at 10:52 AM
I am a museum of everything I’ve loved.
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What I remember I cannot tell
though it is there in all that I say.
W. S. Merwin, The Moon Before Morning
though it is there in all that I say.
W. S. Merwin, The Moon Before Morning
January 30, 2025 at 9:00 AM
What I remember I cannot tell
though it is there in all that I say.
W. S. Merwin, The Moon Before Morning
though it is there in all that I say.
W. S. Merwin, The Moon Before Morning
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Loving is an art form.
January 24, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Loving is an art form.
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We don't have to understand to love. What we need is to dream.
— David Lynch
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January 19, 2025 at 1:12 AM
We don't have to understand to love. What we need is to dream.
— David Lynch
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— Vladimir Nabukov, Letters to Vera
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January 25, 2025 at 10:49 AM
— Vladimir Nabukov, Letters to Vera
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— Nikita Gill, The Quest for Authenticity; Your Heart is the Sea: Poems
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January 25, 2025 at 11:01 AM
— Nikita Gill, The Quest for Authenticity; Your Heart is the Sea: Poems
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— Mahmoud Darwish, The Hoopoe; Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems
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— Mahmoud Darwish, The Hoopoe; Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems
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January 28, 2025 at 7:15 AM
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— Mahmoud Darwish, The Hoopoe; Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems
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— Mahmoud Darwish, The Hoopoe; Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems
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The eroticism inherent in living things is scattered through the air, in the sea, in the plants, in us, scattered in the vehemence of my voice, I’m writing you with my voice...
~Clarice Lispector, Água Viva
~Clarice Lispector, Água Viva
January 28, 2025 at 7:45 AM
The eroticism inherent in living things is scattered through the air, in the sea, in the plants, in us, scattered in the vehemence of my voice, I’m writing you with my voice...
~Clarice Lispector, Água Viva
~Clarice Lispector, Água Viva
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