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name moodboard: order for "mena" | want one?

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girl i wish i didn't have an internal monologue

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actually i love growing older and learning how i work as a person like realizing what kinds of fabrics feel best on my skin or what brand of yogurt i like best or how I want to be touched. watching myself change, enjoying brussel sprouts when I used to hate them as a child, understanding why I got angry in that one conversation 10 years ago… there are so many mysteries inside me that i have yet to unravel and there will always be more and sometimes i think maybe its all worth it

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““Hell is other people” is only one side of the coin. The other side, which no one seems to mention, is also “Heaven is each other”. Hell is separateness, uncommunicability, self-centeredness, lust for power, for riches, for fame. Heaven on the other hand is very simple, and very hard: caring about your fellow beings. And that’s possible on a sustained basis only in collectivity.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre; in “Talking with Sartre” (p. 130) [edited] (via insearchofwisdom)

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brianna weist

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“We’ll never be those kids again.”

— Frank Ocean; Ivy

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is it really sunday evening again didnt this happen like a week ago

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“The gods exiled me into this loneliness for their own good reasons.”

— Jim Harrison, from “Lost Medicine,” Complete Poems, ed. Joseph Bednarik (Copper Canyon Press, 2021)

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"What else is there to say?"

Drawn with Samsung Penup

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okay now that i’ve calmed down what am i going to buy myself as a treat for enduring this suffering

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“As soon as you begin to ask the question, Who loves me? you are completely screwed, because the next question is How Much? and then it is hundreds of hours later, and you are still hunched over your flowcharts and abacus, trying to decide if you have gotten enough. This is the loneliest job in the world: to be an accountant of the heart. It is late at night. You are by yourself, and all around you, you can hear the sounds of people moving in and out of love, pushing the turnstiles, putting their coins in the slots, paying the price which is asked, which constantly changes. No one knows why.”

— Tony Hoagland, “The Loneliest Job in the World”

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Interview with Clarice Lispector - São Paulo, 1977

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A worker at the Roure perfume plant in Grasse, France, scoops up the morning’s rose harvest at the end of May. These rose petals will be processed immediately into an absolute, the aromatic liquid which is the basic component of perfume; photographed by Michael Freeman

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“… what made Hemingway’s and O’Connor’s and Carver’s writing important and meaningful and real is that they wrote from their own chair. They didn’t walk away from themselves in order to go sit in someone else’s chair , , , Lesson: Don’t leave you to go find your point of view and your story. You are all you have been given … This is who you are, and from where you ought and need to write.”

— Bret Lott, quoted by Meg Pokrass, social media post, 22 September 2022

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hyunakimberly

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Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod, Traci Brimhall