Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
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Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
Text ID: to devour and be devoured,

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musings on Spring
— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke | Pablo Neruda (?) | Louise Glück, Vita Nova | Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro | Vladimir Nabokov, Mary | Etel Adnan, Jebu | Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary | Bangtan Sonyeondan (방탄소년단), 봄날 (Spring Day) | Artwork by Claude Monet
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[ Text ID: And maybe not destroying the thing you love, / resisting that impulse, is the highest expression of love. ]
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Meanwhile by Richard Siken
on loneliness with anis mojgani, in the pockets of small gods / ocean vuong, someday i'll love ocean vuong / sophocles, trans. anne carson, antigonick / maggie nelson, bluets
a self-portrait in letter by anne sexton // “fare”, devotions by mary oliver // letters from tove by tove jansson // eightbitstories on twitter //the magical year of thinking by joan didion // wrong side of a fistfight by ashe vernon // on earth we’re briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong // little women (2019) // unknown
what i could never confess without some bravado by emily palermo // a song for a lover of long time ago - bon lver // lies about sea creatures by ada limón //cassandra: a novel and four essays by christa wolf // the next time we talk on facebook by clementine von radics // i bet on losing dogs - mitski // unknown
Albert Camus, The Fall

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girl help i can't stop seeing patterns in life and the interconnectedness of everything
the night sky reminds me of you
- January 6, 1915
- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923
[ID: A promise of some kind of happiness resembles the hope of an eternal life. Seen from a certain distance it holds its ground, and one doesn't venture nearer. End ID]
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You can suffer nostalgia in the presence of beloved if you glimpse a future where beloved is no more
“Listen, all you have to do is start and there’ll be no stopping. What about mountains? What about water slipping over the rocks? And, speaking of stones, what about the little ones you can hold in your hands, their heartbeats so secret, so hidden it may take years before, finally, you hear them?”
Mary Oliver, "In Your Hands" from Swan: Poems and Prose Poems