In The Labyrinthine Corridors Of My Mind,

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Instructions for Traveling West”

𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯

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Welcome back🫂✨💗

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Radio (2012)

— natalie díaz, from “american arithmetic”, postcolonial love poem (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

I loved you in ways you’ll never understand. In the way I remembered your favorite songs, even when you forgot mine. In the way I stayed. Long after you didn’t ask me to.

“You are the moon to me because…”

Every time I look up at you or at the moon, a bittersweet symphony of envy and love washes over me, as if the silver orb is a distant lover, casting its ethereal glow upon my heart. It hangs there, a celestial muse, draped in a veil of mystery, illuminating the sky with a brilliance that feels both inviting and unattainable. I find myself lost by its serene beauty, longing to touch its surface, to share whispered secrets with the stars that shimmers around it. Yet, in that longing, a pang of envy stirs within me, for the moon is adored by all who look up, while I remain a mere observer, tethered to the earth. I am both enchanted and tormented, caught in the delicate balance between admiration and desire, knowing that while the moon will always shine brightly above, my heart will forever yearn for its light.

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Milena Jesenka featured in "Letters to Milena,"

will you?