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Mikka (they/them) an occasionally cool dude
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mikkanon · 3 years ago
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A letter
This was the second half of something I wrote to my past self some time ago, but it's also a reminder to myself in the future.
-Mikka <3
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mikkanon · 3 years ago
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Tradition of sorts
for anyone wondering, the german there translates to 'the porcelain is only for special occasions, dear'. Let it be known that this is bullshit and you can use porcelain dishes whenever you want.
-Mikka :0
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mikkanon · 3 years ago
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something something religious trauma whatever. I understand as little as you do
-Mikka :>
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mikkanon · 3 years ago
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Lamp post
This was one of the first things I've ever written that I'd be happy to show. Anyway, I was very upset that the lamp post (lamppost? spelling is hard) looked so pretty in the fog outside my window, but every photo I took or any attempt made to record it could never do it justice. Very upsetting.
-Mikka :)
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mikkanon · 3 years ago
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The love letter I'll never send
I wrote this a while ago when I was sad and pining. I don't like it a whole bunch, probably because I was sad and pining.
-Mikka *^*
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mikkanon · 3 years ago
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A little different this time around, sorry if it's completely illegible (or maybe I'm not sorry, you don't know my intentions)
-Mikka -_-
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mikkanon · 3 years ago
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Masterpiece
Ft. 'can I still be considered a hater if it's me that I'm hating on?'
-Mikka :]
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mikkanon · 3 years ago
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The goal is not to be perfect. The goal is to live life to the full.
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mikkanon · 3 years ago
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Doctors
by Anne Sexton
They work with herbs and penicillin. They work with gentleness and the scalpel. They dig out the cancer, close an incision and say a prayer to the poverty of the skin. They are not Gods though they would like to be; they are only human trying to fix up a human. Many humans die. They die like the tender, palpitating berries in November. But all along the doctors remember: First do no harm. They would kiss if it would heal. It would not heal.
If the doctors cure then the sun sees it. If the doctors kill then the earth hides it. The doctors should fear arrogance more than cardiac arrest. If they are too proud, and some are, then they leave home on horseback but God returns them on foot.
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mikkanon · 3 years ago
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watch wash water warm
Ft. me trying to get over my perfectionism by posting things I'm not fully happy with yet
enjoy, or don't I don't care
-Mikka :P
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mikkanon · 3 years ago
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Peace of Mind
-Mikka :/
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mikkanon · 3 years ago
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I'm still trying to come to terms with having chronic pain, but today felt particularly bad and I'm going to complain about it. ANYWAYS, this poem was my morning, I'm not entirely happy with it yet but I needed to get it out of my system.
-Mikka -_-
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mikkanon · 3 years ago
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a comic about a worm on a string
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mikkanon · 3 years ago
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mikkanon · 3 years ago
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Self Portrait (I am not myself)
-Mikka :)
The latest attempt at coming to terms with my contradictions
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mikkanon · 3 years ago
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Snapchat Beauty Filter
-Mikka :)
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