I learned something very beautiful
today, In French, “bibliothèque
intérieure” means your “inner library”
the invisible shelf you carry inside,
filled with every story that’s ever
shaped you.

All the books you’ve loved, the
heartbreaks you’ve survived, the
random quotes that stuck, the
memories that built you. They all live
there. Quietly reminding you of who
you are and how far you’ve come.

— thirdeye.spiritual on instagram via https://www.messynessychic.com/2025/09/23/13-things-i-found-on-the-internet-today-3/

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The people I grew up with

have doctorates
have children
have spouses
have divorces

have careers
have died
have lived

and me? I have done
some of the dishes

— David M Briggs
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i am
afraid
that if i
open
myself i will not
stop pouring

— Jamie Oliveira, “Erosion”

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What I’d Do for You

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First Love

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Walker, your footsteps
are the road, and nothing more.
Walker, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.
Walking you make the road,
and turning to look behind
you see the path you never
again will step upon.
Walker, there is no road,
only foam trails on the sea.

— Border of a Dream: Selected Poems of Antonio Machado, translated by Willis Barnstone

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When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
       For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
       That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

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Poem: *Kupu rere kē from *Alice Te Punga Somerville,* Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised *

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I made a house of houselessness,
A garden of your going:
And seven trees of seven wounds
You gave me, all unknowing:
I made a feast of golden grief
That you so lordly left me,
I made a bed of all the smiles
Whereof your lip bereft me:
I made a sun of your delay,
Your daily loss, his setting:
I made a wall of all your words
And a lock of your forgetting.

— Rose O’Neill

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We Grow Accustomed to the Dark

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The Bravest — grope a little —
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead —
But as they learn to see —

Either the Darkness alters —
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight

— Emily Dickinson
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