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what necessarily qualifies time as spare when it is always being spent

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if you're living in the western half of the u.s. and worried about forest fires, i cannot recommend the app "watch duty" enough. it's up to date with its fire tracking, sends alerts about evac notices, and even told me about a community meeting re: an encroaching fire that idk i would have heard of otherwise

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Grandmother's Bed

i was cold,

so i curled up in my grandmother's bed.

my dad said to my mum to do what she was told,

but she went downstairs instead.

i get my defiant nature from my mother,

as, i find, does my brother,

but he has my father's rage,

something i once thought came with age,

but my grandmother isn't angry,

she's just sad and lonely.

she curls up in her bed and cries,

wishing away the solemnity of life,

growing cold,

as her bones grow old,

growing frail,

as her skin turns pale,

dipping into her bedsheets,

for the false illusion of safety.

time will still reach her under the bedcovers,

as it will her past lovers,

as it will my mother,

as it will my brother,

as it will i,

i am finding it easy to accept that i will one day die.

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Rectangular

round the rectangular table,

we have a three way conversation - triangular.

i hate you,

cause i ain't you,

and i will never understand.

you love me,

but you aren't me,

and you will never grasp the truth at hand.

round the rectangular table,

my brother joins in - we make a square.

he is rotten with labels,

and pulls out his chair,

instead of sitting, he stands up,

and idly hovers there.

round the rectangular table,

he will angrily yell - we turn like a rhombus.

my dad will try and act elite and say "he is not like us."

we turn away from the sound,

our heads to the ground,

but my dad does not back down.

round the rectangular table,

my brother leaves, and we become an obtuse triangle again.

sighs and moans and such erupt.

i leave the table.

rectangular table with rectangular people sat upon it.

rectangular hearts,

rectangular morals,

rectangular love.

it is hard not to get tangled in your love.

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Beetles

where i lived was famous for its lavender,

you love the scent of it.

when i was younger,

i was obsessed with it too,

and i used to go to the lavender field with my mum and brother on weekends.

we didn't do that in later years that we lived there,

somehow, the magic was gone.

we picked out beetles from the rows and put them in jars,

you got a pin if you had collected a tonne.

but i also remember around that time i felt isolated,

one girl standing in a lavender field,

alone. thought it was my fate - it,

being alone.

being lonesome,

being lonely.

on my own,

if i was taken for ransom,

i wouldn't have felt worth any money.

but it's fine,

i'm worth something now,

i don't know how much,

and i'm not sure i care,

but if i know my luck,

i better find ways to give it air,

let the beetles out of my jacket,

coat,

mouth,

eyes,

lungs.

and i can make room for the lavender again,

the lavender, of which, i can barely stand the scent,

but at least you like it.

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have decided any time i'm going to change the subject of a conversation i will be doing the hannah montana "woah woah ooh woah woah ooh woah woah oh yeahhhhhh" and hope that that does the trick

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FREE PALESTINE !!!!!! 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉

Hello everyone, I have another campaign to share.

Muhammad, his wife, and their free children are fighting to survive in Ghazza. They've been displaced and are living without the most basic resources. Their youngest, Lara, doesn't have any milk to drink; their son Abboud has contracted hepatitis which they cannot treat.

This family's source of income was the children's clothing store that Muhammad ran, however it was destroyed in the bombings. They now have no way to earn money, no roof to sleep under, and no access to clean water or food.

In order to evacuate from Ghazza, rebuild their lives, and receive necessary medical care, they need to raise $40,000 CAD. As of writing, they've only raised $894 thus far.

Please help this family in any way that you can. Donate if you're able to donate, and share their campaign. Anything you can contribute will help them survive and rebuild.

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it's an "i've been exiled to aiaia and i finally feel free of social norms" kind of day and i am loving it xoxo!

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FREE PALESTINE !!!! 🍉🇵🇸🍉🇵🇸🍉🇵🇸🍉🇵🇸🍉🇵🇸🍉🇵🇸🍉🇵🇸

🚨 Help Us Escape the Devastation of War 🚨

Hello, everyone.

My name is Mohammed Abu Swierh, and I’m writing to you from Al-Nuseirat, Gaza, where my family and I face unimaginable hardships. My wife and I are raising our three beautiful children: Mira (6 years), Bakr (3 years), and Maria (1 year). But our once peaceful lives have been shattered by the relentless conflict that has plagued Gaza for about a year. 💔

Our home, which once held so many dreams, is now damaged beyond recognition. Every day, our children live in fear, surrounded by destruction, without the safe place for our children to grow up. The war has stripped them of the freedom and childhood they deserve. Instead, they are growing up in a world filled with fear, uncertainty, and despair. 😔

After many sleepless nights and countless prayers, we’ve come to the heartbreaking decision that we must leave Gaza. We are hoping to build a safer, better future for our children, a future free from war and filled with hope.

But we can’t do it alone. Here’s where you can make a life-changing difference for our family:

$20,000: To cover the expenses of leaving and rebuilding our lives in a safe country.

$39,000: For a year’s worth of rebuilding our life, housing, food, and essential living costs as we adjust.

$1,000: To cover transaction and fundraising fees.

We humbly ask for your help. No contribution is too small, and every dollar brings us closer to giving our children the chance to grow up in peace. This is more than just a financial plea, it’s a call to save a family from the grips of war. 🙏

Your generosity can be the light that leads us out of this darkness. Please consider donating and sharing our story with those who may want to help. ❤️

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FREE PALESTINE !!!! 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉

Please help me on family 🚨🚨🚨

We want to look for a safe life for a safe life free from wars and destruction. I am a mother of 5 children. I need your help to get out of Gaza. It is a very dangerous place in terms of living. I want you to help me donate for us and for my

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i am currently unable to donate but please spread the word !!!!!! free palestine!!! 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

This is the third time my Tumblr page has been deleted. I don't know why. I'm starting from scratch so I can post #...and donate #. Why is this injustice? We need help. Since October 7, our lives have been completely destroyed. I am appealing for help for my children so we can get out of Gaza to safety with the onset of winter. We don't know what will happen to us. We have been drowning in the tent since the first winter. I will send the video so you can believe in my campaign. Thank you, my dear friends, for your support and generosity towards us.

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Again & Again & Again & Again

I try to ignore it but I'm a little homesick,

For a place I hated when I lived in it.

That's not to say I don't love the beach,

Or the way that life now feels like biting into a peach,

Just ripe and messy,

But the flavour is just so gorgeous,

But if I miss the plain old apple am I thoughtless?

I haven't told my parents,

That I sometimes feel this way,

There are sometimes moments,

Where I wish for just one more day.

One more day out in London,

Southern accents all around,

A sprinkling of sun,

But most of the weather is rain-bound.

It's not like I'll never see London again,

I just won't have the luxury to live there but then,

I know I'd get sick of it all over again,

Pretend that I wasn't and when,

I step away I want to move again.

It's weird knowing you may never return to the house in which you grew up,

But maybe all the wallowing but new beginning is just luck,

They say: "Your new life must cost you your old one,"

So why don't I want it back?

I want London if London wasn't in London and that's that.

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To be a bird

From beyond the trees,

Behind the breeze,

The clouds dot the sky,

Like kittens on carpet,

And the kitten paws stretch up so high,

So high you may not see them from the darkness.

Sometimes I wish to be a bird and fly over civilisation,

Sometimes it feels like there would be no greater liberation,

And I think if I had wings,

That I could see just about everything,

I might be at peace,

But then I remember when my cat brought in a blackbird from the garden,

Probably with intent to feast,

And if I were a bird, I do not believe a cat would beg my pardon,

Which leads me to believe I should only be bat from the sky,

Tumbling, falling, dropping, die,

Look up at the kitten paws that will eat me alive,

And thank goodness I wasn't born a creature who could fly.

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Do you?

Windows pour light in mike tea poured into a cup,

But somehow the room never seems too full up,

In fact, I realise now it feels rather empty.

Everywhere I look is furnishings, but nobody surrounds me.

Not even you.

Here for five days, yet it felt like two,

The constant chatter bouncing off the evening sea blue,

I walk back into the room and it feels brand new,

But I can still smell the both of you,

And I can still see where you tracked in mud on your shoe.

Will it ever get easier?

Do you ever think "When will I next see her?"

Or is the yearning left to me?

When you left, leaving me all alone,

I couldn't stop staring at the pictures on my phone.

Do you miss me yet?

Would you miss me more had you taken a jet?

Maybe not,

But missing you two is my best shot.

Do you miss me now?

Now that you've arrived back in our old small town?

Do you miss me when the lights go off?

Do you miss my old bedroom inside the loft?

Do you miss all my books stacked on the wall?

Do you miss me slightly, even at all?

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The Lipbalm

When I was young, I stole often.

Nothing major: lipbalm, hair-ties, pens.

No one ever really seemed to notice it was gone.

I would take it as the target stepped out of the room, like some giddy little con.

Pop it in my pocket,

Never say a word.

Pop it in my pocket,

No one ever cared, saw or heard.

After a while,

I got rather good at this juvenile,

Way of pretending,

With minimal offending.

I found one of those lipbalms when we started packing to move out,

I used to dot the tinted, red lipbalm on my mouth,

And I remember closing the lid,

Wondering where it should be hid,

And resorting to this box in my wardrobe again.

Come home from school and when,

I open the box, it is there and then,

I close the lid and do the same thing tomorrow all over again.

When I found it again, I cried.

I assumed at some point I had chucked it out, but no, it had survived,

And so had that weird feeling,

When I held it in my hand.

Almost like a seething,

But with a longing slipped through fingers like sand.

That day, I realised I never wanted the lipbalm,

I only wanted a friend.

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Sun In Scorpio

Your sun is in Scorpio,

But that's about the only thing I know.

I should really make you take that test,

Fill in the forms and reassure you it's just for a jest.

Did you know my supposed best match is a Scorpio?

I'd like to believe it's because you exist,

But it may be something I never know.

I don't even need a guaranteed kiss,

I mean, yeah, it would be nice,

But it's not something I would intentionally entice,

I just love your company,

And your voice reeks of melody,

I barely survive when you do not speak,

But equally, life becomes so bleak,

Without you by my side.

Without you, I'm not certain the sun would shine.

The sun,

Your sun,

In Scorpio.

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October Next Month

You should come up in October,

Wait, no, no, December!

Wait, I can't decide which is cosier,

Or which month or day or year I care more for,

I used to say my favourite season was winter,

You were born in the autumn.

Now my favourite is probably autumn or late summer,

Something like that.

Do you remember you told me how you longed for a cat?

You said if you could choose you'd definitely pick black.

It's October next month.

I still can't decide when you should come up.

I guess what I'm trying to say is I want to spend all year with you,

No, no, scratch that,

All my years with you.

Then, I wonder, will I have a favourite season when I don't long to see you?