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mutuals know this is me whenever i like your vent posts
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whenever I see these comments I imagine Im in a busy marketsquare and the merchants are yelling as you walk by
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no rizz just sparkly loving eyes and a heart that feels ready to pour right out of my ribcage at any given time
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and is your shame helpful? is it inspiring goodness and change? or is it keeping you frozen in time unable to move on and be everything you have expanded to be?
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people need to understand that once you go through your worst time alone, you really don’t care who stays in your life anymore.
🙌🏾🙌🏾
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Anaïs Nin, in a letter to Henry Miller, d. March 26, 1932, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
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i bet crossing spears with someone to block entry into a location feels so fucking good
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Sits and plays Soon Enough by the Altons
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“there is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness” — Edgar Allan Poe.
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Im gonna shuffle my giant playlist of every song i like and if the very first one that plays isnt exactly what i want to hear right this second im gna lose it
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It is almost as if the world is telling us a morbid joke: we will kill you if you resist and kill you if you hide, and if you refuse, and if you concede, and we will devour your land and gulp your oceans and kill you with hunger and thirst.
The massacres will be televised, broadcast in broad daylight. Our judges will legalize them. Our politicians, inert, inept, or complicit, will fund them then feign sympathy, if any. Our academics will stand idle—that is, until the dust settles, then they will write books about what should have been. Their rotten institutions will commemorate us after our death.
And the vultures, even from our midst, will tour museums glorifying, romanticizing what they once condemned, what they did not deign to defend—our resistance—mystifying it, depoliticizing it, commercializing it. The vultures will make sculptures out of our flesh. A morbid joke, but I am not amused.
Mohammed El-Kurd, Are we indeed all Palestinians?
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sorry i cant hang out i forgot how to mimic human like behaviour
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“The soul always knows what to do to heal itself, the challenge is to silence the mind.”
— Book of serenity