Heya, I'm Ananda! 21 year old studying English with creative writing. This is where I store all things I devour to keep alive - from poetry to art to survival quotes. x
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Everyone I have lost
in the closing of a door
the click of the lock

is not forgotten, they
do not die but remain
within the soft edges
of the earth, the ash

of house fires and cancer
in sin and forgiveness
huddled under old blankets

dreaming their way into
my hands, my heart
closing tight like fists.

"
Sherman Alexie (via observando)
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rendzina:

over coffee with my mom this morning: “sometimes we hesitate to invite people into our life because we feel like our space isn’t good enough yet. things are a little messy, or our place settings don’t match, or our situation isn’t quite what we want it to be. don’t let that stop you. invite people in anyway.”

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"Nothing can get you if you pay it no mind.

I tell you these things
so you’ll not mistake my actions for fear,

not think I do not know what makes a life,
what makes people do the things they do.

I know my fears — I’ve named them,
counted them out one by one

like tarot cards, voodoo dolls:

birth,
death,
poverty,
obscurity,
that you will leave me,
or I will leave you."
Kate Buckley, “Harlan County” from A Wild Region
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You say wind is only wind
& carries nothing nervous
in its teeth.
I do not believe it.

I have seen leaves desist
from moving

although the branches
move, & I

believe a cyclone has secrets
the weather is ignorant of.
I believe
in the violence of not knowing.

I’ve seen a river lose its course
& join itself again,
watched it court
a stream & coax the stream
into its current,

& I have seen
rivers, not unlike
you, that failed to find
their way back.

I believe the rapport
between water & sand, the advent
from mirror to face.

I believe in rain
to cover what mourns,
in hail that revives
& sleet that erodes, believe
whatever falls
is a figure of rain

& now I believe in torrents that take
everything down with them.

The sky calls it quits,
or so I believe,
when air, or earth, or air
has had enough.

I believe in disquiet,
the pressure it plies, believe a cloud
to govern the limits of night.

I say I,
but little is left to say it, much less
mean it—
& yet I do.

Let there be
no mistake:
I do not believe
things are reborn in fire.
They’re consumed by fire

& the fire has a life of its own.

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Andrew Zawacki, “Credo” (via heteroglossia)
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