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"wahhhh but the writers strike means some shows will be cancelled" what if we all threw our phones in the lake and lived in a cave and hit each other with sticks for the rest of eternity
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I wonder if later
I will forgive myself
for having denied my loved ones
demonstrations of my loving them.
I was too busy demonstrating
myself to the universe.
I was too busy turning
strangers into sites of worship.
— Mikko Harvey, from "Funny Business," Let the World Have You
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“There is more and more I tell no one, strangers nor loves. This slips into the heart without hurry, as if it had never been. And yet, among the trees, something has changed. Something looks back from the trees, and knows me for who I am.”
— Jane Hirshfield, closing lines to “Three Foxes by the Edge of the Field at Twilight” (via growing-orbits-blog)
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Jellycat Blossom Cream Bunny (Girl With A Pearl Earring, Johannes Vermeer)
Ko-fi / Instagram
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"It’s often unhealthy to hyper-analyze your sexuality to the point where how you experience it changes where you belong. This is why the idea that broader terms are somehow more restrictive is baffling. Continuously breaking labels down and creating terminology for each facet of one’s identity shrinks communities until it’s just one person convinced that they’re the only one who relates to their experiences. It isolates people and ignores the importance of individuality within a collective identity."
On Hyperpersonalized Sexual Identity
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PRAYERSONG RIGHT IN TIME FOR MORE
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when sufjan said “everything i feel returns to you somehow”…..im literally breathing into a bag girl
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& because you aren’t here (won’t ever, again, be here)
to cover my mouth, I’ll confess, out loud, my love, so maybe
perhaps, you will hear me & join me, here where the sun is sweet
against the water & because I love you, I will gut this distance
with nostalgia, because grief can taste of sugar if you run
your tongue along the right edge,
— Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Still, Somehow,” published in The Margins
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and he: (and this was almost unbearable)
he saw me see him,
and I saw him see me.
He said something like, You’re going to be ok now,
or, It’s been difficult hasn’t it,
but what he said mattered only a little.
We met—in our mutual gaze—in between
a third place I’d not yet been.
Marie Howe, from “The Affliction”
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I will be annoying about the media I enjoy consider this a promise
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forget baby fever, the perceived need to grab any piece of free furniture you see in your 20s is unreal
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the amount of pressure we are all under to go to uni and find a job and work full time and have a hobby and keep a workout schedule and eat well and fall in love on time and do yoga and get good grades is just all so bullshit. i want to lie in some grass. that part of dogfish where mary oliver said i want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun. that.
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