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they were right btw. you have to dig yourself out of your grave over and over again
Anne Boyer
Maria Gray, â[Years of pelvic floor therapy]â

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Apartments in New York âAt Home with Booksâ, October 1995
Zbigniew Herbert, from "Daedalus and Icarus", The Collected Poems: 1956-1998 (trans. Alissa Valles) [ID'd]
the worst part about grief is that it feels like the world should be horrendously earth shatteringly changed, and to an extent it IS but its also the same. to everyone else it's just another tuesday. the world moves on. you have to go grocery shopping.
Painting by Pieter Bruegel the Elder
Landscape with the Fall of Icarus by William Carlos Williams
musĂŠe des beaux arts, w.h. auden
âSeptemberâ by Jennifer Michael Hecht
[image description: a poem titled "September" that reads:
Tonight there must be people who are getting what they want.
I let my oars fall into the water.
Good for them. Good for them, getting what they want.
The night is so still that I forget to breathe.
The dark air is getting colder. Birds are leaving.
Tonight there are people getting just what they need.
The air is so still that it seems to stop my heart.
I remember you in a black and white photograph
taken this time of some year. You were leaning against a half-shed tree,
standing in the leaves the tree had lost.
When I finally exhale it takes forever to be over.
Tonight, there are people who are so happy,
that they have forgotten to worry about tomorrow.
Somewhere, people have entirely forgotten about tomorrow.
My hand trails in the water.
I should not have dropped those oars. Such a soft wind.
/end id]
the audre lorde questionnaire to oneself, intended as a creative writing exercise by Divya Victor, who asks to be credited
[ID: piece titled "The Audre Lorde Questionnaire to Oneself" which reads
"1. What are the words you do not have yet? [Or, "for what do you not have words, yet?"]
2. What do you need to say? [List as many words as necessary.]
3. "What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence?" [List as many as necessary today. Then write a new list tomorrow. And the day after.]
4. If we have been "socialized to respect fear more than our own needs for language, and definition", ask yourself: "What's the worst that could happen to me if I tell this truth?" [So, answer this today. And every day.]
Adapted from "The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action," collected in The Cancer Journals."
/end ID]

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Goatsong, Leila Chatti
âWhere exactly do you put your hands on somebody who hurts everywhere?â
â Charles DâAmbrosio, The Dead Fish Museum: Stories
Chelsea Dingman, Through a Small Ghost
Natalie DĂaz, from âPostcolonial Love Poemâ, Postcolonial Love Poem
the brothers karamazov, fyodor dostoyevsky
James Baldwin in conversation with Nikki Giovanni
E.E. Cummings, from The Complete Poems: 1904-1962

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I haven't seen this circulating here on Tumblr, so I decided to make my own post.
last saturday, in Porto, there was a pride parade going down the street and this old man was standing there, by his front door, waving the portuguese flag. most people on the parade probably thought the same: old person waving the national flag? he's probably protesting against the parade, he's a nationalist of some sort.
then the old man called for that person to come near him. the whole parade stopped. everyone just.. stopped moving. they didn't know what to expect, and most expected the worst. and that person decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and approached the old man. and then... they traded flags, he hugged the person and then he waved the pride flag happily. everyone cheered him.
such a wholesome moment. đĽšâ¤ď¸đ
(edited to add the link to the video, in case the twitter post gets deleted or smth)
(tumblr doesn't let add videos to reblogs, apparently)
decided to post the full video from this story, in case the twitter post gets deleted.
the caption reads: "The most beautiful scene today"
you can see (and hear) people crying in the crowd. such an emotional moment. đĽšđĽš