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Love is not love until love’s vulnerable.
She slowed to sigh, in that long...
– Theodore Roethke, first three lines of section 3 “The Dream,” in The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke (The poem originally appeared in Words for the Wind, 1958) - with thanks to apoetreflects (via growing-orbits)
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There are young men and women up and down the land who happily (or unhappily)...
– Stephen Fry, The Fry Chronicles
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We’re none of us giants, you know,
just small, frail, inexperienced romantic...
– Adrienne Rich (via tumbleword)
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Results aside, the ability to have complete faith in another human being is one...
– Haruki Murakami - The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via murakamistuff)
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The birdcalls start their praise.
And rightly so. We listen long.
(We behind...
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Val-Mont mid-March 1926, in Uncollected Poems, translated by E. Snow (via growing-orbits)
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I got nothing.: racialicious: “Over the last 48... →
racialicious:
“Over the last 48 hours, there has been a sustained effort to smear Trayvon Martin, the 17-year old African-American who was shot dead by George Zimmerman a month ago. Martin’s mother, Sybrina Fulton, said, “They killed my son, now they’re trying to kill his reputation.” Thus…
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Don’t say it’s the beautiful
I praise. I praise the human,
gutted and rising.
– Katie Ford, from “Song After Sadness” (via proustitute)
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