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Me: I’m not bipolar 2
Also me: I haven’t been sleeping as much for the last 5 days but it’s because I’m so excited about life !!!!
#also me: benefits from lamictal#also me: has been diagnosed multiple times#I just don’t want to co opt a mental illness if it isn’t accurate but I would like to accept it if it IS accurate idk
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Alice Brasser (Dutch, 1965), Old Palace, 2012. Oil on canvas, 120 x 140 cm.
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Deer and jackdaws.
The birds feed on ticks from the deer, and also assist in removing velvet from growing antlers.
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from 1969 by alex dimitrov, published in love and other poems
[Text ID: And whatever language is good for, a sign, a message left up there that reads: “Here men from planet Earth first set foot upon the moon, July 1969 A.D.
We came in peace for all mankind.” Then returned to continue the war. /End ID]
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love is sunlight.
[andrew garfield about emma stone || the song of achilles, madeline miller || sunset, jungho lee || sunlight, hozier || rainer maria rilke || sisters, holly warburton || bloodsport, yves oalde || six of crows, leigh bardugo || kissing god goodbye, june jordan || unkown || david viscott || making amands - panel 3, holly warburton || carry on, rainbow rowell || the miniaturist, jessie burton]
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[CROPPED SCAN of PHOTO BY PAOLA KUDACKI via i-D “OUR VOICE OUR FUTURE” ISSUE NO. 325]
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I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds. I want to gaze with astonishment at moldy garden fences, I want to experience them all, to hear young birch plantations and trembling leaves, to see light and sun, enjoy wet, green-blue valleys in the evening, sense goldfish glinting, see white clouds building up in the sky, to speak to flowers. I want to look intently at grasses and pink people, old venerable churches, to know what little cathedrals say, to run without stopping along curving meadowy slopes across vast plains, kiss the earth and smell soft warm marshland flowers. And then I shall shape things so beautifully: fields of colour…
Egon Schiele, from a letter to Anton Peschka written 1910
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"Here are your tortured poets. All from Mahmoud Darwish to Dr. Refat Alareer to Khaled Juma, these are tortured poets. Tortured by longing for a home they can never return to, tortured by the world they were born to for BEING BORN. Palestine, home to the tortured poets department." [@/folkoftheshelf on X. April 20th, 2024.]
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