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you speak in jokes and my love spouts in laughter, 

you fall ill and i pack my love in pills 

and pour my love in bowls of soup,

you talk about the things that matter 

and my love listens because so do you,

you grow angry and my love waits 

in the space you need to come back calm,

you feel sad and my love sounds like concern, 

but it looks like hugs that wait 

for you to pull back first.

but sometimes my love comes in banter

because loving you is making you laugh louder,

and sometimes my love sounds frail 

because i get sick too, so it looks like a flicker 

when i promise i carry it like a torch

and sometimes my love doesn't listen, 

sometimes my words gush in your presence 

like a waterfall in a beautiful place 

- you are the beautiful place

and sometimes my love gets angry too 

so it pouts in a room 

trying to love you more discreetly

and sometimes my love weeps, 

because it aches in thoughts 

that suggest to love you is to be more, 

to love you is to be better 

and loving you when i'm less than 

feels like loving you less than you deserve. 

- "spectrum of love"

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Perhaps it was all of it...

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The Norse Goddess Hel — Hel is a goddess of Norse mythology. Her father is Loki, and her mother is Angrboða, a giantess. Her siblings are Jörmungandr and Fenrir. She rules over the underworld called Helheim or Hel where the dead go. She is often pictured with a knife and empty plate that symbolise hunger and Famine. Hel is a bad ass.

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another zine with my artwork i gave to frank at chain reaction in anaheim, 05/09/2017. 

 veins! veins!! veins!!! -  frnk iero and the patience 

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food in makoto shinkai films

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Oh is that how you feel?

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There are days I cannot be strong. Nights I rather drown in tear stained sheets than wade in the ruin. Sometimes my soul is tired of trying. Sometimes my mind must be messy within itself. I cannot force myself to carry the weight of wreckage when my heart is weak. There are moments it must be laid to rest, that I must be put in place. And that does not mean I am giving up, it does not mean I surrender to the madness. It simply shows I’ve been fighting so hard I need to settle into the chaos. Sometimes I need to sleep with my sorrow, let it surround me until tomorrow.

Isabel Cabrera

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Delicious Rias boucho!!

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