handprints on the ceiling

sacred-portal:

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wgm-beautiful-world:

C R E T E

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watchoutforintellect:

“This is the light of autumn; it has turned on us. Surely it is a privilege to approach the end still believing in something.”

—

Louise Gluck, from October

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tendermimi:

— Ocean Vuong, Because It’s Summer

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anouri:

Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

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on-poetry:

I remember life.
There was so much. I held it
all. I held it all.

Michelle Hulan, “The Universe, as in One Last Song for the Lonely Hearts”, Chestnut Review

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nightrebellion:

“You never named me. Victor, you never gave me what little humanity every person is owed. I understand there are abominations and monstrosities that should be forgotten and erased from history but even hurricanes have names.”

— excerpt from “Open Letter From Frankenstein’s Monster To Victor Frankenstein” by Alex Dang! (via wordsoftakumi)

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metamorphesque:

—  Sappho: a New Translation of the Complete Works (by Diane Rayor)

[text ID: Sweet mother, I cannot weave – / slender Aphrodite has overcome me / with longing for a girl.]

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