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salemferrellofficial:

My whims are nothing more

Than passing fancies

My thoughts no more than a sprout

My dreams are nothing more

Than strange realities

My melancholy no more than an out.

-s.r.f (if we were poets)

liriostigre:

Mary Oliver, “Heavy.” Thirst

firstfullmoon: Tomas Tranströmer, from “The Indoors is Endless,” tr. Robin Fulton[text ID: April May

firstfullmoon:

Tomas Tranströmer, from “The Indoors is Endless,” tr. Robin Fulton

[text ID: April May / and sweet honey dribbling June.]


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“How did you know you when you loved him?”

“I have this thing where I ask myself how long it would take me to get over a person if they left me in that moment. And usually it’s a month, maybe two. But with him it was like, if he disappeared right now? Years. I wouldn’t be the same, ever. I already feel like a piece of my life is missing just thinking about it.”

S.A // Conversations About Love #9

Since: I can’t post everything I write here because sometimes it’s not what I’m going for at the moment, or it might be a quick draft of something, or a short quick vision of words I have suddenly; but I still want to share it with you. So I’ve decided to open a Coffee & Literature twitter! Plus it gives me the chance to be closer to you guys
You guys can follow it @LitAndCoffee
It’ll mostly be for quick little things, and drafts that I just haven’t felt good enough to post on my blog, and to talk to you guys.
I hope this goes in a positive direction for me, Coffee & Literature and above all, all of you.
I love you I love you I love you.

Quote from my Everyday Hero poem from my book She’ll Find the Sky

—nikita gill; whispers from the wicked wood, from “fierce fairytales”

Guillaume Apollinaire, tr. by Anne Hyde Greet, from Calligrams; “Snapshot”

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