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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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My employer reading my work experience off my resume
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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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“In my dream I apologize to everyone I meet. Instead of introducing myself, I apologize for not knowing why I am alive. I am sorry. I am sorry. I apologize. In real life, oddly enough, when I am fully awake and out and about, if I catch someone’s eye, I quickly look away. Perhaps this too is a form of apology.”
— Claudia Rankine, from Don’t Let Me Be Lonely
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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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Margaret Atwood, from Power Politics
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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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meirl
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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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Breaking Free
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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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another day volunteering at the jenny holzer museum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the hole they cut in you. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it
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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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“Grief is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”
— Jamie Anderson, via tinybuddhaofficial  (via zenwords)
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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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“I am incapable of beginning a life in real life, because it has seemed to me that I have lost all touch, all instinct for the actual, the real; because at last I have cursed myself; because after my fantastic nights I have moments of returning sobriety, which are awful! Meanwhile, you hear the whirl and roar of the crowd in the vortex of life around you; you hear, you see, men living in reality; you see that life for them is not forbidden, that their life does not float away like a dream, like a vision; that their life is being eternally renewed, eternally youthful, and not one hour of it is the same as another;”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, “White Nights”
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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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“To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.”
— Unknown (via syntacked)
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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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Red Doc>, Anne Carson
[ID: To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked.]
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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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hung out with a friend and now i’m normal
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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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bugsbe · 5 years ago
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ypu dont need psychedelics. being alive is literally insane
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