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destined to chase sunsets in different skies.
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I just wanted to share this here. I haven't seen much about ICE and what's happening in the US on my feed. So, I hope I just missed it and people aren't being censored or anything like that.
#ICE#immigration and customs enforcement#USA#trump administration#ICEBlock#ICEBlock app#Joshua Aaron#exposing ICE#Youtube
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Δέδυκε μεν ἀ σελάννα
καὶ Πληΐαδεσ, μέσαι δὲ
νύκτεσ πάρα δ᾽ ἔρχετ᾽ ὤρα,
ἔγω δὲ μόνα κατεύδω
Sappho
Moon has set
and Pleiades: middle
night, the hour goes by,
alone I lie.
Anne Carson
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Sappho, from Sappho: Poems & Fragments (tr. Josephine Balmer)
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I love a man made out of mist,
with eyes like dusk, and lips unkissed.
He speaks in riddles, veils his truths,
a shadow stitched in quiet youth.
I press my ear against his chest,
and hear the secrets he won’t confess—
still, I stay, and love him whole,
a locked room wrapped around my soul.
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i. I've always felt undesired and in a way I needed you to remind me I never really was. I've been hard and cold and self reliant. But I longed to be soft, tender and perhaps somewhat meek. I needed you to make me feel mascara smeared and rose cheeked.
ii. I've always longed for absolute chaos. I needed to tiptoe barbed wire, taunt faith, or whatever. You know? Bathe in the pond of utter disarray. And there you were my blue eyes vortex. My sleepless nights and endless days; my everlasting summer rain.
iii. I've always missed being a child. To euphorically jump in puddles or have someone wrap a giant bath towel around me after I crawl out of the pool. For a moment I thought you were that someone, the warmth of a fresh towel. But it happened you were my pool. You were my puddle. You were the snowflake on my tongue. You were my elated fun.
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Heavy is the chest that wears the tits or whatever
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"I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw."
~ Haruki Murakami
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“Be a child again. Flirt. Giggle. Dip your cookies in your milk. Take a nap. Say you are sorry if you hurt someone. Chase a butterfly. Be a child again.”
— Unknown
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