i would have played pretend on the playground with all of u btw
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Enfin Seule! (Finally Alone) by Jean-Louis Forain in Le Courrier Français, ca. 1890
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“killing the flowers will not delay spring” / al-yarmouk palestinian refugee camp in damascus, syria
little palestine; diary of a siege (2021) dir. abdallah al-khatib
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I was making chitchat with the woman who works at the plant nursery and I mentioned that two baby trees I bought the other day aren't doing too well, their leaves are yellowing, maybe I'm watering them too much? what could be behind this phenomenon? and she looked like she was trying to find a gentle way to phrase it but then gave up and just said plainly, "Autumn."
another social interaction that will come back to haunt me at 3am five years from now
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A Fauns Conquest and A Knights Surrender. Two paintings in vintage style of the beauty of queer love. Available as prints in my Etsy shop.
A Faun’s Conquest, available as a print.
A Knight’s Surrender, available as a print.
I try to quiet my thoughts with mindless sex, whiskey that makes me gag, and scrolling through the strings of other people’s lives. However, no matter how hard I try, how many bruises I inflict, how many shoes I go through… There is no quieting the reality that you’re gone and that I am becoming a new person without you.
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WolfSkullJack
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These words aren’t
my true language,
the one I was born with.
I forgot that one a long time ago,
in the midst of
all the noise.
These words are
the path I take
to remember.
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Jennifer Chang, from "Dialogues (Against Literature)"
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Water painted by Ivan Aivazovsky (1817 - 1900)
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I thought I had been surviving, and yet, what I was really doing was hanging by a string, loosely holding myself from collapsing. I was always on the verge, and I could feel that friction in my soul.
Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind
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"And this is what I learned: that the world’s otherness is antidote to confusion, that standing within this otherness—the beauty and the mystery of the world, out in the fields or deep inside books—can re-dignify the worst-stung heart."
Mary Oliver
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Franz Kafka, the metamorphosis / Jane Austen
Bao Phi, Thousand Star Hotel
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Jamie Anderson/Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior
Grief and love are interconnected