Reading a book about slavery in the middle-ages, and as the author sorts through different source materials from different eras, I am starting to understand why so many completely fantastical accounts of "faraway lands" went without as much as a shrug. The world is such a weird place that you can either refuse to believe any of it or just go "yeah that might as well happen" and carry on with your day.
There was this 10th century arab traveller who wrote into an account that the fine trade furs come from a land where the night only lasts one hour in the summer and the sun doesn't rise at all in the winter, people use dogs to travel, and where children have white hair. I don't think I'd believe something like that either if I didn't live here.
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Kate Baer, from What Kind of Woman: Poems; “To take back a life”
[Text ID: “Pick up your heavy burdens and leave / them at the gate. I will hold the door for / you.”]
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Nooshin Ghanbari, from "transient"
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my financial advisors are telling me to buy a little snack and even a silly drink maybe because i deserve it and have been a good girl today
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Me oversharing the minute I get comfortable with someone
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<3
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this is so true
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Girlhood means wanting to buy 73773829 things when you have absolutely no money.
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