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W. H. Auden, “September 1, 1939” #resistance #affirmation (at Fairport, N.Y.)
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There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
—Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (via observando)
(Source: observando, via baptized-in-gasoline)
how we heave,
sullen, solemn, swollen.
broken jagged pieces
like the continents on
a map that would
no longer fit if we
tried to put them together.
pieces of us, too, have sunk
into the abyss of some
ocean or another,
have become home
to things other than us.
—nav k, together apart (via navk)
(Source: navk, via chromaticbirds)
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