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I think of this twitter interaction at least 6 times a day. do you remember how we used to run?
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Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to Dorothy Brett featured in The Letters & Journals of Katherine Mansfield
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i didnt know you were allowed to do things for the sake of wanting to do things. i thought you were just supposed to keep that locked inside your ribcage and let it rot you inside out until youre limping around as the desiccated corpse of who you could have been
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Magnet Monday Week 96: Ecstasy
happy pride, follow your dreams and fuck your friends!
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Ecstasy
let's dance in a cloud of ecstasy
burn our clothes in a fever
and sweat out our desires
with sweet caress and shuddering breath
show off the color of
your naked need, my friend
open your body to satisfy it
let the feeling of flame
slide and spread and blush into art
the fuck of a dream
coming, too, to life
swollen and trembling
liquid living drips down our legs
stroked an filled until full of fun
after flirting in fire
we squirm in silence
to sing with hot skin again
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"A ship can never truly love an anchor." dude shut up. a ship without an anchor gets dashed against the rocks. it's useless, completely at the whim of the currents. a ship loves an anchor so much it carries it everywhere it goes. the anchor gives the ship the world to love. dude.
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The San Francisco Examiner, California, August 23, 1932
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It's fine. I am a fortress. I will not allow his anger to make me small. I am in the right and he is a giant toddler. In 2 weeks I will have forgotten he even exists. He is not a sabertooth tiger and I am not prey.
- @lilymoonlily, Litany Against Mean Customer
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there’s a post on tumblr about like. if you could do something to bring people a little relief, why wouldn’t you do it? which has unironically informed my practice as a nursing student and patient care tech
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wait wait @elodieunderglass you can't just hide that in the tags of a post I wasn't planning to reblog
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