Marissa

ada limón • the hurting kind

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Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles and pulls you back into childhood and you are passing a crumbling mansion completely hidden behind old willows or an empty convent guarded by hemlocks and giant firs standing hip to hip, you know again that behind that wall, under the uncut hair of the willows something secret is going on, so marvelous and dangerous that if you crawled through and saw, you would die, or be happy forever. by Lisel Mueller from 'Alive Together'

lisel mueller • alive together

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claudia rankine • don't let me be lonely

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I love it even more in color, thank you so much! @FujimaruKoko #Octopathtraveler2
#Castti #Throne #オクトパストラベラー2 🩵💜

security cameras in use

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229 day only! New ☀️PB for JSJ 🔥
And that means… I finally hit ☀️1500+ crew status!! 🥹

Huge GGs to Cicada, Lake, and @marissabrooke.bsky.social 🤍✨

The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone “Loneliness is difficult to confess; difficult too to categorise. Like depression, a state with which it often intersects, it can run deep in the fabric of a person.”

"Loneliness is difficult to confess; difficult too to categorise. Like depression, a state with which it often intersects, it can run deep in the fabric of a person."

Superb read on the pain of loneliness and the joy of solitude www.themarginalian.org/2016/07/11/t...

sweet dreams

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anxiety • depression

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june jordan • things that i do in the dark

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jane hirshfield • the october palace

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linda pastan • an early afterlife

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epilogue

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skylines

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luminance

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memories

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thank you lol, it's my process really

a poem

#finalfantasy14 #poetry

jane hirshfield • come, thief

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rita dove • playlist for the apocalypse

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Look, I am more scared than I let on, but also full of love sometimes joy and mostly just unsure of what to do and look, I do believe in grief, and grief as aperture, and aperture as how we see ourselves see each other and it's late and getting later. There's that too.

sometimes joy

Abigail Parry (@bloodaxebooks.bsky.social)

The Light in the Abyss Between Us Bless consciousness, for making blue different to me than it is to you. I remember the moment a friend’s son came home from school to recount with something between shock and exhilaration how…

The light in the abyss between us www.themarginalian.org/2025/01/16/a...

Flowers for Things I Don’t Know How to Say: A Tender Painted Lexicon of Consolation and Connection “To be a Flower is profound Responsibility,” Emily Dickinson wrote. From the moment she pressed the first wildflower into her astonishing teenage herbarium until the moment Susan pinned…

We need flowers for the same reason we need poems, or paintings, or songs—because what we can feel will always be vaster and more complex than what we can name, because words will always break under the weight of the immensities we task them with carrying https://www.themarginalian.org/2024/05/08/t…

unique

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symphony

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i can't tell you the way i feel

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linda pastan • waiting for my life

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joy

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level 8-1

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linda pastan • the imperfect paradise

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