You don't know how much i love you, reading everything you write makes me want to live more, breath more, feel more and most importantly cherish whatever I have. You said something about the difference in being touched or moved. I'm definitely moved. I love u so much!!!!!!!!!!!
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I forgot the name of your blog when I remade a year-and-a-half or so back and ive been looking for it since (I only remembered that your pfp was a letter) bc I remember really enjoying the poetry and posts that you make. im very excited that ive rediscovered this blog again. that was all, have a very nice day
hello :-) after three years. glad to have u and me back
Caleb Hahne Quintana (Mexican-American, 1993) - Brushing My Mother's Hair (2022)
— Joe Moran, “Why you should read this article slowly” in The Guardian
every three weeks on the dot the voice of frank ohara comes into my head and he read me that line from having a coke with you in his 60s new york accent: and what good does all the research of the impressionists do them / when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
…… and i loose it all over again
oh my god. most of life really is about the little things. a good haircut, a nice playlist, trying a new recipe that turns out well, a poem that hits home, a comfortable spot in the sun, spontaneous messages, a pen you enjoy writing with, tea with the right temperature to drink, buying that thing you’ve been eyeing for a while, a warm bed. yeah. im so grateful for the little enjoyments
Annie Dillard, The Writing Life
regarding the röttgen pietà, elle emerson
the lives they lived: jeff buckley; his father's son
Important places to be 🍗