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ya a mimir

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i walk to the store in my biggest coat and buy a net of clementines and i tell myself this is happiness
I think u have to love the cup u drink ur cofe out of at home. Just any mug will simply not do
“There are rivers sweetly perfumed with lavender in my soul.”
— Anna de Noailles, tr. by Jethro Bithell, from Poems; “In The Garden,”

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“Sweet moon language,”
— Shams-ud-din Muhammad Hafiz, tr. by Daniel Ladinsky, from “With That Moon Language”
i wan’t to go :((
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Porque te tengo y no porque te pienso porque la noche está de ojos abiertos porque la noche pasa y digo amor porque has venido a recoger tu imagen y eres mejor que todas tus imágenes porque eres linda desde el pie hasta el alma porque eres buena desde el alma a mí porque te escondes dulce en el orgullo pequeña y dulce corazón coraza porque eres mía porque no eres mía porque te miro y muero y peor que muero si no te miro amor si no te miro porque tú siempre existes dondequiera pero existes mejor donde te quiero porque tu boca es sangre y tienes frío tengo que amarte amor tengo que amarte aunque esta herida duela como dos aunque te busque y no te encuentre y aunque la noche pase y yo te tenga y no.
Mario Benedetti
My most toxic trait is hating when other people are in the kitchen