délicieuxask indextheme

I am living in a sweet state of sadness where I am okay with how fleeting and disillusioned I have become
I ask for help through the riddles that I write



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.لن أكرهك لكنني سأتركك تمر كأنّك لم تكن

I won’t hate you, but i’ll let you pass like you never existed.

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— (via gliterglam)



pigmenting:

“I clutch all my poems to my chest and count them
again and again. I am kneeling like a small dog.



After an absence, after a hard task,

after the way the hand turns, like this —
There was so much I couldn’t contain.”

- Emily Berry, from “The Forms of Resistance” published in Poetry Magazine




"Venus among those clamshells, raw
Botticelli: I have known no happiness so based in truth."
Louise Glück, from “Letter from Our Man in Blossomtime,” Poems 1962-2012
(via lifeinpoetry)