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"It's ten steps in and a hundred miles back out."

Language is what honors the vanishing.
Or is language what slows the leaving?
Or does it only deepen what we know of loss?

Inside us, constellations,
bit thread knotted into night’s black drape.
There are no right words,
if by right we mean perfect,
if by perfect we mean able to save us.

-From "The Failure of Language" by Jacqueline Berger

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“I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.”

— Gail Caldwell, Let’s Take the Long Way Home (via quoted-books)

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“Listen: there’s a hell
of a good universe next door; let’s go”

— e.e. cummings (via observando)

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“All you really know
is that it hurts here, the way feelings
are bigger than we are, and a woman’s face
in the third-story window, her limp hair
and pots of red geraniums luring you
into her suffering until you’re walking on roads
inscribed in your own body. The maps
you never speak of.”

Ralph Angel, from “You Are the Place You Cannot Move,” in Exceptions and Melancholies: Poems 1986-2006 (Sarabande Books, 2006)

(Source: apoetreflects, via micaceous)

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“It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.”

— Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife
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“I bleed poetry and think
nothing of the consequences.
I let Want speak to me
in a steady breath and listen to
it openly. Sometimes I respond too-
by draping myself in candlelight
and lace, sending out an invitation
to another to learn the softness of my skin,
or simply shrugging my shoulders.
I feel logic, I think emotion. I am
with Whitman, singing the song of
myself over and over again,
until the notes are memorized.
I rewrite it. I find a new beat.
I give myself away in waves
and group whatever pieces
of themselves others give me
into something I can call “me.”
I am relearning the tune of myself everyday.
Memory says,
Ah, but you have done this dance
so many times before
And I respond,
I will do this dance inside
as many different cities,
bodies, and seasons that I can.
I am not looking to be narrow
in mind, experience, or belief.
I am not looking to be
contained in “girl,” “sister,”
“ex-,” “lover,” “woman,” or “friend.”
I will die
a verb,
a force, a thing that has
shifted from
country to country
and bled out so many names
that no noun
can hold it.”

I Sing The Song of Myself | Lora Mathis  (via lora-mathis)

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"North Melbourne Study 20"
18x18cm Oil on board
Private collection 2012

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Love this picture (I’m not washed out for the first time in forever… Witchy undertones) and this lady. I’m pretty sure we really are sisters.

12:43 am

“The question should never be
will he love me;
it should be
will you love yourself?”

Michelle K., Start Putting Yourself First. (via michellekpoems)

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“Today you are wearing a dress that shows your knees and I want to apologize to your knees for all the grovelling other people have made them do. I want to say, ‘I’m sorry, knees, I’m sorry they made you kneel at their feet and make excuses for the body you belong to.’ You do not have to make excuses. Your body is a surprise party that made me trap my hand in the doorframe. Your body made me spit up all my beer. Your body made me stupid. It’s just so… unexpected. Your body: a curve in the road that leads a person to their destiny. Please don’t ever get down on your knees again. Please don’t ask them to love you. Love is not something you ask for. Help getting the spices down from the top shelf is something you ask for. Extra cheese on your cheesy fries is something you ask for. More time is something you ask for. Love is something that is given. A non-returnable gift at the surprise party of your body. I laid it on the table of your heart. The surprise party is for me, but I got something for you for being such a good host. Here, I got you this love swelling into something almost worrying. No take backs. Here, this is for you. This is for being so… unexpected. Don’t ever fall to your knees again. Don’t ever kiss someone’s feet for a fraction of their affection. Don’t ever bow your head to someone willing to cut it off. Wear dresses every day. I love your knees. I love the body they belong to. ‘Surprise!’ and all the lights go on. ‘Surprise!’ and my mouth falls open.”

— Donna-Marie Riley (via five—a—day)

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Salome dances her dance of the seven veils,
The men all eye her like wolves on the hunt, this beautiful girl
finally undressing for them. Finally they can see her
exactly as they want to.
The first veil drops.

In 2007, Kim Kardashian’s ex-boyfriend
released their sex tape against her will.
Kim Kardashian, rather than hide in shame
Used the publicity to promote her own career.

Salome moves like a dream half-remembered.
Salome dances like a siren song. All the men ache
to see the hot sugar of her hip bones.
The second veil drops.

In 2014, Kim Kardashian walks down the aisle
As the whole world watches. If only all of us
were so successful in our revenge.
If only all of us stood in our Louboutin heels
on the backs of the men who betray us,
surveying the world we created for ourselves.

The third veil drops.

Kim Kardashian knows exactly what you think of her.
She presses the cloth tighter against her skin
Her smile is a promise she never intends to keep

We can almost see all of her.
Salome shows us her body
but never her eyes.
The fourth veil is dropping.

The four things most recently tweeted at Kim Kardashian were
@KimKardashian Suck My Dick
@Kim Kardashian Can I Meet Kanye?
@KimKardashian Please Fuck Me
@KimKardashian I Love You. I Love You.

Women are told to keep their legs shut.
Women are told to keep their mouths shut.
Some women are kept silent for so long,
They become experts in the silent theft of power.
The fifth veil has dropped.

Kim Kardashian made $12 million dollars this year
Yesterday, uncountable men in their miserable jobs,
told their miserable friends that Kim was a “dumb whore”
Kim Kardashian will never learn their names.

The sixth veil has dropped.
The seventh veil has dropped.

And Salome sat beside King Herod. And he swore unto her
“Whatsoever thou shalt ask of me, I will give to thee
unto the half of my kingdom”
And she smiled, and said
“Bring me the head of John The Baptist.
Punish the man who hurt me”

Clementine von Radics (via catluvr96)

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“There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you with care.”

— Shinji Moon, What It Took To Understand (via larmoyante)

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