We Don’t Write Poetry Because

—Zara Ventris

Went to see the Rodin exhibition last week. It was so quiet, it felt like it was just me in the whole building. I spent about two hours just wondering around alone in the absolute silence with these sculptures. I love these estranged shapes, anguished poses, disruptions of the expected body

I would love to be able to tell you face to face, that in spite of time… I can’t forget you!

siir-poesia ©

Me encantaría poder decirte cara a cara, que a pesar del tiempo… ¡No puedo olvidarte!

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If you want to read a book but have trouble focusing, pretend you're reading it to your favorite character- or your favorite character is reading it to you.

Ofelia by Ernest Hébert, c. 1910 (details)

Denis Forkas

how do i delete myself and everything ive ever said from other ppl’s minds

The holy trinity:

“Dude” but like romantically

“Babe” but like platonically

“Sweetheart” but like rivalry