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In the courtroom, and in the asylum,
every word that came out of my mouth
was as if it was burnt into the paper they were writing it on.
And once I said a thing,
I knew I could never get the words back,
only they were the wrong words...
Because whatever I said would be twisted around.
Even if it was the plain truth in the first place.
But now I feel as if everything I say is right.
As long as I say something, anything at all,
you smile and write it down.
When you write, I feel as if you are drawing on me,
drawing on my skin with the feather end
of an old-fashioned goose pen.
As if hundreds of butterflies have settled all over my face,
and are softly opening and closing their wings.
But underneath that is another feeling,
a feeling of being wide-eyed awake and watchful.
It's like being wakened suddenly
in the middle of the night, by a hand over your face,
and you sit up with your heart going fast,
and no one is there.
And underneath that is another feeling still,
a feeling of being torn open,
not like a body of flesh, it is not painful as such,
but like a peach.
And not even torn open,
but too ripe and splitting of its own accord.
And inside the peach, there's a stone.
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الشهر السادس يعيد ذاكرتي الى الوراء لاعيش احداث عام ٢٠١٩ والان في عام ٢٠٢٣، في اول يوم من الشهر السادس، خلال ساعات الصباح الاولى؛ اصطدم بسيارتي لاسجل تاريخ اول حادث سيارة لي❤️🩹
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Astrologist.
if capitalism didn’t exist what would your dream job be. btw if you say something like ‘engineer’ i’ll kill you
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You deserve a calm love with someone who gives you best friend energy, makes you laugh, and never stops flirting with you. someone who learns your love language just to treat you right and make you feel loved properly.
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“I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist.”
— Frank O’Hara, Mayakovsky
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~ Margaret Atwood, from "Variation on the World Sleep"
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hate when folk call the Sun “our nearest star” no you dweebs that’s OUR STAR! After everything she's done for you and you want to compare her to some lightyears away ass nobody called some shit like Guncho 785B? We're not spinning eternally around any old ball, we’re three deep in the window on board the Sol Train and she did NOT provide the catering, the itinerary and all the fuel to share credit with some two-bit Proxima Centauri hack. point to these nuts in a constellation while you're at it. i love the sun
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romanticizing your life is such a powerful tool and it’s a shame that it’s mostly used by people on tiktok to justify the purchase of expensive breakfast smoothies when there are few better ways to force oneself through unpleasant shit than imagining a cinematic backstory for your extremely quotidian suffering
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in life updates: decided to enroll in a notoriously difficult class this semester. civil law is my achilles heel, and i also wanted to force myself into better study habits and time management.
last week, i took the midterm and braced myself for a fail: despite improvements in the way i prepared for class and spoke during cold calls, i'd still been struggling over the semester. after the exam ended, i went and checked the schedule for dropping classes.
one week later. dear reader, i passed.
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لاااا اني اليوم معصبة تعصوب والله ميلزمني!
خرا بقاعدة لوبيتال والاوركانك كمستري والريبروداكتف سيستم
كسم النظام التعليمي.
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