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Vladisheva Gelman
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I want time to be quiet. I want a week where there’s nothing expected of me. I want some light snowfall. I want a home I can rearrange the furniture with every season. To bring friends over to be warmed by the fireplace. I want to paint the walls. I want to curl into you until I feel my hurt fall asleep. I want to pluck rosemary from the windowsill. I want to feel comfort again. I want so much space in my heart for the light to fill.
夜の読書
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“ezri braced herself for the inevitable questions that would follow… how can you make such a profound decision that will affect your entire life at so young an age? how can you not aspire to fulfill the biological destiny of your species? how can you disappoint your parents? or, ezri’s favorite, what dark secrets are you hiding that you don’t wish a symbiont to know?”
— judith & garfield reeves-stevens, “second star to the right…,” the lives of dax (ed. marco palmieri)
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Hanif Abdurraqib, in “Why this poet sees grief as its own kind of spiritual practice”
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i love you, it looks like rain, June Gehringer
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antique perfume bottles
horrifying