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brutal grace, divine compassion

briarrrrrrrr:

thenaturallypure:

ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life

eternal–return:

Good-night, sweet princess. You are still on your own; be stoic; don’t panic; get through this hell to the generous sweet overflowing giving love of spring.

Sylvia Plath · The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (2000)

pleasereturntoheaven:

the world is so beautiful I can’t believe I forget sometimes

the only reason I own a queen-sized bed is to push my books to the other side of it and sleep next to them

lifeinpoetry:

“Lately, something has taken hold / of me—not hunger, not shame. It is like a flower / blooming in the injury.”

— — Richie Hofmann, from “Blue Anther,” A Hundred Lovers