having

someone

who can

handle all

your moods

is such a

blessing.

people are full of pretty words with empty meanings.

read my eyes, you'll know what i can't say.

Renato Mambor, Capovolto. (1963)

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Ioanna Tsatsou, tr. by Jean Demos, from The Collected Poems; “I Lose Myself,”

Concern - Crude Vignettes: Upright Piano & Mbira

Iatrogenesis Records

2012

@wolfishglow

— H.D., from Collected Poems 1912-1944; “Calliope”

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Don’t worry bout me n what the fuck I’m doin

If you think I give a fuck. Think again.

Siri, turn my feelings off.