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leaving your hometown sucks not just cause you have to be so far away from everything you've ever loved but because you will learn to love something outside of your home and then suddenly your heart is 130 miles wide and you're missing something no matter where you are. my love is so big i cannot hold it all at once.

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Rose

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to live life in the service of god, in his image, you HAVE to live life in the service of yourself AND others. and the cool thing about that is, if you find the rhythym, both strengthen each other. respect and service for yourself will lay the foundation for respect and service for others, and both are inherently acts of love towards god, because he is within us. find the parts of you, the parts of others, that shine with the light of god (hint: its everything) and praise them. act in love and you are acting in worship.

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love characters who are like "this is how the world works. this is how it has to be (because if i'm wrong i have to face what i've done // if i'm wrong i have to face whats been done to me) "

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Stars upon you (2021)

Can´t believe I haven´t posted this piece yet here on tumblr. It´s still one of my favorite works to date :D

Also one of my comfort OCs for sure :´)

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I feel like we really lost something when we started looking at writing as a reader-centric product meant to appeal to the desires of a specific audience rather than a writer-centric approach of someone writes whatever particular thing particular compels them/whatever weird thing the demons in their head want to talk about, and people out there who are also compelled, and/or relate, find that writing. A lot of discussions of writing really center around what readers want rather than a writer's exploration. Sometimes as a reader I don't know what I want. I click on a fic or pick up a book I'm not sure about but that looks interesting, and I love it. Reading what I expect to get is it's own joy, but we always need to expand our horizons and not get mad at creators for not always writing what we want/expect.

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Osaka, Japan | Ryan Ditch

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It’s strange to think that long before I had a name or a heartbeat, I existed in some shadowed, elemental way. Women are born with all the eggs they'll ever have, and these begin forming while they're still in the womb. So when my mother was just a fetus, the egg that would become me was already inside her. That means my grandmother carried not just my mother, but the beginning of me as well. For a fleeting moment, the three of use shared one body, and went through life together, layered like nesting dolls.

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Julian K. Jarboe, ‘First Contact, Communion’ from Everyone on the Moon Is Essential Personnel

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Jenna Barton

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it's kind of sad that we don't really do custom ringtones anymore. most people just stick with the default list that comes with your phone, if they change it at all. if they're even aware they can change it at all. like yeah, people letting their phones ring in public is obnoxious, but wouldn't it be a little less obnoxious if it was something funny? or personal? people used to change the text tone of every contact so every time they got a text they knew who it was just from the sound. isn't that sweet? isn't that nice? don't you miss it? don't you want to scream when you hear that stupid apple pa-Ting!??? we could have a chorus of awoogas and clips of people's favorite songs and recordings saying '(blank) IS CALLING, WARNING, (blank) IS CALLING' and all things considered i would prefer that over pa-Ting!, pa-Ting!, pa-Ting!, whistle whistle, pa-Ting!

anyway im going to change my ringtone to the oldschool skype call sound and nobody will ever hear it because my phone is always on silent but i'll know. i'll know

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Tonight I’m fruit and clove. I’m bergamot. I drop a teabag in the cup and boil the kettle until it sings. As if on cue, a part of me remembers how to brew the darker things—those years I was a pot of smoky leaves scented with orange oil. Truth is: I don’t remember much of school, the crushed-up taste of it. I was a drink forgotten on the table, left to cool. I was a rusted tin marked childhood. I don’t remember wanting to be good or bad, but only that I used to sink in water and wait for something to unfurl, the scent of summer in the jasmine pearl.

Jehanne Dubrow, Tea

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taos, nm

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There’s such a delicious enjoyment for me in scenes that are fights between two people that are so brutal because of how intimate their relationship is. They WILL bring up ancient history, they WILL stab you in all your weakest parts, and yeah most sexy of all, they WILL say things to each other they can never unsay. It’s fighting as an act of intimacy (derogatory). Evil sex scene. Nothing better

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"In the beginning was the end" by Nicola Samori, 2016

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one of the most fucked up aspects of being an adult is really how life-goes-on everything is. like you can be dealing with the most fucked up trauma-drama-grief and still have to sleep and eat food to survive and like. poop. pooping while you're really sad shouldn't be a thing but it is. we don't have a say in the matter. life goes on

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Its obvious to me when people who post about canaries in mines have never met a canary. Like yeah the miners had a special device to revive the canary because canaries are one of the most adorable creatures on the planet and they make adorable little chirping sounds and honestly probably loved the sounds of machinery and people talking so it was probably loud and friendly with the workers. Whatever though maybe meet a canary sometime and youd understand