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"There are many degrees of power in the world, and nowhere is the difference in degree greater than in the case of human will and human desire, just as water boils at one temperature, and molten iron at another." – Fyodor Dostoevsky
Only love sees the familiar for the first time.
Every painting is a way of saying goodbye.
it's the believer who keeps looking for proof.
— Aug 01, 2018 10:20PM
Only love sees the familiar for the first time.
Every painting is a way of saying goodbye.
it's the believer who keeps looking for proof.
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stephanie roberts
is on page 109 of 132
I think, if you have lived through a war
or have made your home in a country
not your own, or if you've learned
to love one man,
then your life is a story.
— Aug 04, 2018 09:44PM
or have made your home in a country
not your own, or if you've learned
to love one man,
then your life is a story.
stephanie roberts
is on page 47 of 132
No words mean as much as life.
Only the body pronounces perfectly
the name of another.
— Jul 17, 2018 11:08AM
Only the body pronounces perfectly
the name of another.
stephanie roberts
is on page 43 of 132
We grow like rivers, get shrunk and doubled over
until we can't find the mouth of anything.
[...]
The only book I'd write again
is our bodies closing together.
That's the language that stuns,
scars, breathes into you.
[...]
I want you to promise
we'll see each other again,
you'll send a letter.
Promise we'll be lost together
— Jul 15, 2018 05:10PM
until we can't find the mouth of anything.
[...]
The only book I'd write again
is our bodies closing together.
That's the language that stuns,
scars, breathes into you.
[...]
I want you to promise
we'll see each other again,
you'll send a letter.
Promise we'll be lost together
stephanie roberts
is on page 30 of 132
You stopped a dozen feet from me.
What passed in that quiet said:
I have nothing to give you.
After a while you'll poke the fire
and drink from your favourite theme:
"impossible to paint well what you don't love"
— Jul 14, 2018 08:51PM
What passed in that quiet said:
I have nothing to give you.
After a while you'll poke the fire
and drink from your favourite theme:
"impossible to paint well what you don't love"
