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Never understood the collective vehement resentment of small talk lol i hate the painful grind of small talk as much as the next person but i think id rather shrivel up and die than be denied nuggets of joy found in standing in an elevator and having a middle aged woman compliment my nails or bonding fleetingly with a cafegoer over the city's temperamental weather it's so integral to nurturing & cultivating the soul i think

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Stay safe. Sleep well. I love you.

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You’re my favorite person to talk to. One 2-hour conversation with you healed an 8 month old wound.

I hope we get to talk again soon

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No. I simply do not accept this. I will achieve happiness by brute force or I will die trying.

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so stubborn i will die single to prove to my ex that breaking up with me was not for my own good

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Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post

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Being a young adult is so strange. You enter a coffee shop. The 20 year old girl waiting behind you cried all night because she just came to a new city for university and she feels so alone. That 27 year old guy over there works a job he is overqualified for, he lives with his parents and wants to move out but doesn't know what to do about it. That one 24 year old dude already has a car, a house, and a job waiting for him once he graduates thanks to his dad's connections. The 26 year old barista couldn't complete his higher education because he has to work and take care of his family. The 28 year old girl sitting next to you has no friends to go out with so she is texting her mother. That couple (both 25 years old) are married and the girl is pregnant. The 29 year old writing something on her laptop has realized that she chose the wrong major so she is trying to start all over. We are not alone in this, but we are actually so alone. Do you feel me

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“Home is where the trees look normal” is the sweetest, saddest, most nostalgic truth I’ve ever heard.

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we need to bring back inviting people over for cake and coffee. my grandma used to do that all the time and I think it's a lost art

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the smallest artist i listen to? probably the bird outside my window

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Girls will be like “oh I’m just running quick some errands” and then spend all day in the wetlands appreciating the unique flora and fauna

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I've started the process of documentation on the last labyrinth, which is...an undertaking.

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actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

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It’s the pain of no one having any idea how you’re really doing. Not a single person in your life. Is it because they don’t care? Not necessarily. It’s because you just don’t have that kind of relationship with any of them. They say “how are things going?” And you say “they’re going” and then you change the subject as quickly as you can. All of the clues are there. All of the signs. But everyone is having a bad day or a bad week or a bad year. Who has the time to look? So you have to be brave and loud and tell people you’re hurting. This isn’t a book. No one is reading your thoughts or knows how you’ve learned to pass off tears as a bored scratch of the eye so that guy sitting across from you on the bus stops looking at you funny. No one sees the montage of your life where you go through the same scenes day after day and slowly wear down to nothing. They don’t know and they can’t know and you know that but you just want them to know and you don’t want to have to say anything about it. And so you wish that something Big and Terrible would happen so your mom can get a call from a doctor or an officer or a friend and they can say what you can’t say. They can tell everyone that something has happened to you and you’ll be okay but it’s going to be a long road to recovery and here is how it’ll go. And you can sit in a bed surrounded by flowers and cards and people will come to you and say “I’m sorry” “you matter” “we love you” “we’re here for you” and then finally. Finally you can rest.

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This but also luck. Chance. Fate maybe. What really allows such a delicate thing to grow? How long will it keep up? Only long enough for you to have seen it?

someone with a major in literature and/or poetry tell me what's so poetic about this that it captivated me because i have no idea honestly

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"Elderly Palestinian couple looking at their former home, now occupied by a couple from Brooklyn. 🇵🇸" [@/RamAbdu on X. April 4th, 2024.]