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just remember, tense your shoulders, grit your teeth, take rapid shallow breaths and say to yourself ”oh shit, oh fuck, this is all my fault”

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I want a little coffee drink and $450,000

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What's the Bird?

Location: Iowa, USA

Date: April

We ask that discussion under questions be limited to how you came to your conclusion, not what your conclusion was.

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Bird-575 graciously submitted by @tumblenh

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Stealing a bone from mama

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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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having an oc you love dearly but you created when you were very much 15 and going through it is rough because you realize you forgot to give him a personality besides being depressed

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Cocaine Slug (poster, 2025, unreleased)

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Bird song and a catalpa in the countryside 3 years ago

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The Summertime Is A Little Different From The Normaltime

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i think all the best sci-fi is the sci-fi that looks dirty and lived in. like yeah we could have space travel and lasers but people are still gonna leave dirty cups by the side of their sleep pod and get weird alien mud stuck on their boots and put off fixing that faulty light on the lower deck of the spaceship. its relatable. its humanizing.

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forever grateful i was simply too lazy to let the makeup industrial complex get its hooks in me. I was just like im not doing all of that. in fact. im doing none of that

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The restlessness in the human heart will never be finally stilled by any person, project, or place. The longing is eternal. This is what constantly qualifies and enlarges our circles of belonging. There is a constant and vital tension between longing and belonging. Without the shelter of belonging, our longings would lack direction, focus, and context; they would be aimless and haunted, constantly tugging the heart in a myriad of opposing directions. Without belonging, our longing would be demented. As memory gathers and anchors time, so does belonging shelter longing. Belonging without longing would be empty and dead, a cold frame around emptiness. One often notices this in relationships where the longing has died; they have become arrangements, and there is no longer any shared or vital presence. When longing dies, creativity ceases. The arduous task of being a human is to balance longing and belonging so that they work with and against each other to ensure that all the potential and gifts that sleep in the clay of the heart may be awakened and realized in this one life.

Eternal Echoes

John O'Donohue

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I get snacks to eat when the spirit takes me, like probably I’ll crack open that bag next week, or when I’m watching a movie.

My girlfriend snacks like its for survival. She snacks like she’s never eaten in her life.

I buy nilla wafers and she’s like ‘oh I dont really like nilla wafers’ so I’m like ‘ok they’re safe until I get around to them’ and they’re already GONE because - quote - “at 8 am I was shoveling them into my mouth by the handful in a fugue state”

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go away forever with me

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American redstart By: Bates Littlehales From: Natural History Magazine 1989