Stephanie*AH

"May my heart always be open to the little birds who are the secrets of living..." e.e. cummings

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

—Sylvia Plath (via moonrituals)

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poetsandwriters:

Excerpt from the article “What it Takes to be a Writer: Perversity of Spirit” by Rufi Thorpe from the September/October issue of Poets & Writers Magazine.

poetsandwriters:

Excerpt from the article “What it Takes to be a Writer: Perversity of Spirit” by Rufi Thorpe from the September/October issue of Poets & Writers Magazine.


Jenny Holzer, My arrogance knows no bounds and I will make no peace today, and you should be so lucky to find a woman like me 

Jenny Holzer, My arrogance knows no bounds and I will make no peace today, and you should be so lucky to find a woman like me 

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How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?

Don DeLillo, White Noise  (via wiltedbones)

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