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Vardges Petrosyan, Years Lived and Unlived (translated by metamorphesque)

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Velimir Khlebnikov, from The Collected Poems & Writings of V. K. “My Darling,”

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perhaps it isnt love when i say you are what i love the most - you are the knife i turn inside myself, this is love. this, my dear, is love.

letters to milena // franz kafka

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“Truthfully, this is the fabric of all my fantasies: love shown not by a kiss or a wild look or a careful hand but by a willingness for research. I don’t dream of someone who understands me immediately, who seems to have known me my entire life, who says, I know me too. I want someone keen to learn my own strange organization, amazed at what’s revealed; someone who asks, and then what, and then what?

From The Giant’s House, Elizabeth McCracken

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A blogger in gaza, Amal alhenawi, shared a story yesterday explaining how the past few days have been. Of course there are no words to describe exactly how it is to live under constant bombardment.

She said that she misses sleeping alone in her room, instead of having to share a room with other 10 people. She said she feels guilty when she secretly admits she's terrified of death and that she wants to live. No internet, no food, sometimes when they get lucky each member of her family gets one loaf of bread for the day, other days there might not be anything to eat. She mentioned how everybody celebrated when her brother came back with water, but it tasted weird, turns out it was undrinkable but it was the only solution they had.

What horrified me the most, is when she talked about their neighbors building getting bombed by israeli air strikes. And how paramedics as well as civilian defense came to the scene only to leave minutes later. In their own words: "this building is four floors. We have no equipment to dig through or get anyone out." So they had to leave. People from the neighborhood started digging with their own hands, they could hear some people alive underneath, but no one could get out.

Amal talks about her two cousins who visited her and they're little kids who don't talk anymore. She said they saw their friend and neighbor dead, with his head sperated from his body, the trauma was too severe for them to process.

Amal wants to live. She came to gaza to celebrate her brother's wedding. Who was planning on leaving for his honeymoon before the genocide started.

Each person of gaza has a story, a life worth living. So we must end this genocide. Do everything you can, do not stop and do not get used to it. Annihilating an entire city is not normal and should never be.

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T.S. Eliot, from Poems & Plays: 1909 - 1950; "Murder in the Cathedral"

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{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

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{Words by L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea/ Jacqueline Woodson, If You Come Softly}

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{Words by Lily Rain @lilyrainpoetry on Instagram}

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Quotes by Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

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i have my grandmother’s smile and my mother’s resiliency and my sister’s fearlessness. i have my father’s eyes and my best friend’s warmth. i am a culmination of every person i’ve ever met. i hold a piece of them with me wherever i go.

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“Find me a house where no one can ever come. I like talking to you, but to no one else in the whole world.”

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Lytton Strachey wr. c. September 1925

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isn’t it so gut wrenching to look up at the night sky and remember that you’re just as much a part of the universe as every single star out there. we all are

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ha jin missed time (via @metamorphesque​) \ emily carney bag lady, boxed

shout my daily chai latte

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Feeling so very beefleafy recently!

Have a collection of some of my beefleaf works 💙

Prints and other stuff on my RedBubble and Threadless (I'm Wisesnail on both)

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It's all in the little details of your life and nature. It's all in the reading while sitting on the floor or just sitting with your favorite person in silence. It's all in the different shapes of clouds and stars which don't collide with each other again and again. It's all in the raindrops and in the swaying tress. It's all in your body scars, your acne and in your freckles which makes you more human. It's all in hanging out with your friends or with your loved ones. It's all in the little details which you notice about your friends like the way they change their hair color again and again or how they make their tie. It's all in the sitting in sunlight in Winters and walking calmly in Spring or just drinking your coffee/tea in Autumn and drinking fresh juices in Summers. It's all in these small details.