i might be away from tumblr again for a while but it was lovely to see people again, best wishes 💜
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im mad this is over an hour long but also i’m getting my whole entire life rn
Source: SoundCloud / nas maraj
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“You and i are Earth 1661”. Tin-glazed earthenware plate found in a London sewer, from the Wellcome Collection’s “Dirt” exhibition.
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Hi. I’m still mentally ill and disabled, and I still need to eat and pay rent and stuff. Please help? My PayPal address is kiriamaya at gmail, or you can use my donation button. Or you can reblog this. Thank you for keeping me alive, and please keep this going.
please help keep my fren alive
Not really sure what I’m gonna do this next week, so yeah, please help?
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http://freechelsea.com
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Being really alone means being free from anticipation. Even to know that something is going to happen, that I am required to do something is an intrusion on the emptiness I am after. What I love to see is an empty diary, pages and pages of nothing planned. A date, an arrangement, is a point in the future when something is required of me. I begin to worry about it days, sometimes weeks ahead. Just a haircut, a hospital visit, a dinner party. Going out. The weight of the thing-that-is-going-to-happen sits on my heart and crushes the present into non-existence. My ability to live in the here and now depends on not having any plans, on there being no expected interruption. I have no other way to do it. How can you be alone, properly alone, if you know someone is going to knock at the door in five hours, or tomorrow morning, or you have to get ready and go out in three days’ time? I can’t abide the fracturing of the present by the intrusion of a planned future.
Jenny Diski, from “On Spiders and Respect for Sheep,” Trying to Keep Still (via lifeinpoetry)
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Chile, september 11th, 1973. A lonely dog stares at the horror, while the military forces drop their bombs over the goverment palace.