Marina Tsvetaeva, from “Epitaph”, Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems
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Let me be a branch that knows how to dance with the wind, that knows when to bend, and when to stand firm. Let me lift myself up to the heavens with joy, despite gravity, despite the weight of snow. Let me learn to be thankful for a burning sun as well as for a gentle one. Let the soft rain nurture me and be a caress,and the torrential monsoon teach me how not to drown despite the storms, the thunder, and the floods. Let the world around me ever change, but let my core stay the same.
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More pictures of those hills that were covered with flowers.
July 11.
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Do you ever get in weird moods where everything feels mixed up and you’re sitting there trying to figure out what’s wrong, bc same
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“Do you ever realize that you actually like yourself but at the same time you also hate yourself.”—
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