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Dunya Mikhail, Diary of a wave outside the sea (trans. Elizabeth Winslow & Dunya Mikhail) [ID'd]

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when i say i like hiking, i don’t mean “eight mile backpacking trip with special gear and an emergency beacon” sort of hiking, i mean a three mile loop to go look at pretty things and then a huge brunch after.

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always frustrating when you try to raise a point that is fucked up about Society with someone and they reply "it's always been like this". Yeah, and? Don't you want society to be better? "It's always been like this though" BUT THATS NOT THE POINT? ISNT THAT FUCKED UP THAT ITS LIKE THIS?

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you ever get surprised by your own recurring issues. like come on man. I thought we were past this.

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Studying linguistics is actually so wonderful because when you explain youth slang to older professors, instead of complaining about how "your generation can't speak right/ you're butchering the language" they light up and go “really? That’s so wonderful! What an innovative construction! Isn't language wonderful?"

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If Her skirt does not bend the grass, nor sea air mold Her shape while She is happy, there is no grace. I will not stop looking for that. Song and color circle in this air for Her to stand in. If She does not come to take pleasure in this giving, all things will reverse to alms and penitence. She is not needed for this world to be a success. Either way the other powers will have their time. But if spring comes and She is absent, we will eat food without sacrament, our hearts not renewed for the other seasons: the one where we give, the one where we are taken, and the season where we are lost in the darkness. If love does not reign, we are unsuited for the season of ripeness. If we do not see Her body in the glass of this beauty, the sun will blind us. We will lie in the humming fields and call to Her, coaxing Her back. We will lie pressed close to the earth, calling Her name, wondering if its Her voice we are whispering.

All the Spring Lends Itself to Her by Linda Gregg

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older wolfstar mess

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i simply need everyone to understand that i am tired all of the time. literally at all moments. if i ever go somewhere and do something, it is not because i am somehow full of energy, but instead that i have carefully stored up all of my little bits of energy like a dragon collecting jewels, and am now vaporizing them all at once

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i think people need to stop glorifying sassiness and bitterness and start promoting the idea of actually being fucking nice and civil to people who did nothing to you.

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The moment I can actually articulate myself while talking it’s over for everyone

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A quick Padfoot sketch. I rarely do anything digitally but I have to admit, the ease with which I can edit is absolutely addicting.

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Our Flag Means Death season 2 episode 1.

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The best company is the sort who will enjoy silence with you.

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sokka just wanted to find a hot lady who could kick his ass, and honestly, who can blame him?

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Do you ever get a wave of nostalgia for a hyperfixation that’s never coming back with the same sort of melancholy with which you mourn a lost childhood friend

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I'm lonely. Does anyone else around this void need a friend?