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Ocean blesses us with their poetry once again

tell me about home, how the word tugs and turns, the heart sinking, as it would, into waters it soon forgets. how the soil was damp, and looking for my hands, i bled, and it was prayer. my roots burrow, currant-red, my roots, cut and frayed. the first time i prayed, i repeated my name till it rang like something here and true. the first time i loved, it was an execution. it surged, soared, sorely missing where my doors barricaded and held me in.

Art of J. C. Leyendecker

I was at the dinner table the first time Someone told me, "God does not exist." I haven't had a dream since then. sometimes, I imagine dying like it's a good magic trick- sometimes, I imagine dying and it feels like driving home often, I want to pry open the mouth of a lion cut out her tongue, and wait for her to fight back with just teeth what I mnean to say, is i'm nothing to scream about. nothing to shine a light on or give a pair of hands to. what I mean to say, is I'm just another way out of the ocean. what I mean to say, is I drove home from my own baptism fully believing I had just narrowly escaped drowning." – "girl is asked about herself for the first time", by spencer wollan

"My vision of love is derived from the freedom that comes with love. I see it as an expression, as a way for me and the world to truly feel." -@azizzlll

"The passing of Robin Hood" 1917 by Newell Converse Wyeth. This painting depicts Robin Hood shooting his last arrow through the window, this painting is a version of the story of Robin Hood's death, where he is shown in his deathbed in the company of two of his followers and, realizing that his death is near, decides to shoot his last arrow and ask the two followers to bury him in the location where the arrow lands.

Painting by Briton Riviere.This story tells of Daniel, who was thrown to the lions for disobeying a decree that forbade him to pray to anyone but the king. Despite this, Daniel continued to pray to his God. According to the story, God preserved Daniel and he was not harmed by the lions.

Hello! I feel like I need a bit help and some insight in solving an interpersonal issue, I think a stranger's insight is what I need rn. If anyone has the time please text me @ @Zaezzibot Thanks in advance!

And if we never light the candle Or paint that canvas Are we withholding beauty Or keeping reverence And is the art that is never seen better than the art never created Because it is a simply a choice between Exclusionary but illustrated Or Illusionary but excluded.

I thought so many things & never said a single one aloud. I choked on such longing I couldn’t spit out. Yes, desire is so different when God bore you hungry. I could have devoured anything and still have been starving. —Yves Olade, Belovéd

Couldn't you just leave? You had to stand there saying: I love you, I love you, I love you we're soul mates, you and I, but that doesn't mean it works that doesn't mean it works that means my soul can't bear to be without yours but that doesn't mean it works —Trista Mateer, Honeybee

The Cat has its Heart on the Outside Credit

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you. — Jonathan Safran Forek, Extremly Loud and Incredibly Close.

Love opened a mortal wound. In agony, I worked the blade to make it deeper. Please, I begged, let death come quick. Wild, distracted, sick, I counted, counted all the ways love hurt me. One life, I thought—a thousand deaths. Blow after blow, my heart couldn't survive this beating. Then—how can I explain it? I came to my senses. I said, Why do I suffer? What lover ever had so much pleasure? —Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, translated by Joan Larkin and Jaime Manrique