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“You Don’t Know Anything.” And Other Writing Advice From Toni Morrison

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i love spring because the whole day feels like summer morning

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“i can’t do this anymore” says a girl who is not only going to do it but do it well

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You need to draw and make art or else all the images will stay in your head and you'll get sick

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im like if a worm turned into a beautiful girl, but the want for dirt and sunlight never went away

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comments left on the video for Iceblink Luck by Cocteau Twins 

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On becoming someone else

i. War of the Foxes, Richard Siken / ii., v., viii., xi. Leisure, Hannah, Does Not Agree with You, Hannah Gamble / iii. unknown / iv. Mimmo Paladino / vi. Book 20e, In between here and there, Beata Wehr / vii. unknown / ix. unknown / x. @heartlessqueen

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Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "Song,"

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march by Alex Dimitrov

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i want to live in the ghibli world sooo bad like you guys don’t even know. i would risk it ALL

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Amal El-Mohtar/Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose the Time War

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isn't that just what time will do? make you blink and realize you've changed just like the trees in winter. most of it eaten by dreaming, arranging, touching, everything everflowing. for january's patreon

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“Gaza is not the most beautiful of cities. Her coast is not bluer than those of other Arab cities. Her oranges are not the best in the Mediterranean. Gaza is not the richest of cities. (Fish and oranges and sand and tents forsaken by the winds, smuggled goods and hands for hire.) And Gaza is not the most polished of cities, or the largest. But she is equivalent to the history of a nation, because she is the most repulsive among us in the eyes of the enemy – the poorest, the most desperate, and the most ferocious. Because she is a nightmare. Because she is oranges that explode, children without a childhood, aged men without an old age, and women without desire. Because she is all that, she is the most beautiful among us, the purest, the richest, and most worthy of love.”

— Journal of an Ordinary Grief - Mahmoud Darwish