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"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.

"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"

"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."

"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."

"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.

"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."

"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."

"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.

"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.

"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."

"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."

"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."

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not to sound like a christian facebook mom but some of yall need to have grace in your hearts for the people in your lives or the people you pass once on the road and never see again like you literally need to stop assuming the worst of everyone and their intentions it is poisoning your brain. you can be careful and responsible without being a miserable person. it is possible i promise

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luke skywalker is kind of an outlier in terms of male protagonists considering his core character trait is sacrifice. he wants to leave tatooine so bad it makes him look stupid. and yet, despite yearly arguments with uncle owen he stays. until there’s nothing left to stay for. he chases after the breadcrumb trail that might leave him just an inch closer to the idea of his father with a desperation bordering on stupidity. and he abandons it the second his friends are in danger. at great personal cost. he gives up what he wants over and over without even thinking about it. idk it’s just fascinating

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"You are the light of the world", Husik Ara (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

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when your stomach is really mad at you and you're not sure which one of your fourteen unhealthy lifestyle choices is causing it

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*𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘁-𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗻𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗻𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲.*

*𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘅𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳*

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legit nothing funnier than explaining the plot of dracula to a friend who only knows of dracula through cultural knowledge and is not prepared for how absolutely insane dracula actually is

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what’s it called when you’re so disconnected from reality that cold water doesn’t feel like anything and you can barely taste food anymore

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I wish jonathan harker a very pleasant and normal business trip

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things no one warned me about

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"And I used to think / I could hear the ocean in a seashell / what a childish thing" is one of the greatest fragments of modern poetry and might be among the best lines ever written.

So much of contemporary life is like trying to listen to the ocean through a seashell. We are (I am) glued to screens, trading coffeehouses for chatrooms, neighborhoods for fandoms. We connect through third parties, don't know each other's faces (hidden behind avatars) or judge each other by face alone (presented on dating apps). We live vicariously through fiction, reading and writing about romances many of us have never experienced in real life.

Nothing is wrong, per se, with the way we connect through the internet, just as nothing is wrong with teaching a child to lift that conch to the ear and listen for the roar of the waves. In fact these acts can be beneficial, instilling a sense of wonder, allowing us to understand each other's humanity without the petty obstacle of distance in the way.

But what modern life has done is made us confuse the symbol for the real. We think we really hear the ocean, but we don't. If we want the real thing we must learn "what it feels like / to want to go outside." And we can only do that by connecting with each other face to face. We can only really hear the ocean by going to the shore.

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I will try

by Mary Oliver

I will try. I will step from the house to see what I see and hear and I will praise it. I did not come into the world to be comforted. I came, like red bird, to sing. But I'm not red bird, with his head-mop of flame and red triangle of his mouth full of tongue and whistles, but a woman whose love has vanished, who thinks now, too much, of roots and the dark places where everything is simply holding on. But this too, I believe, is a place where God is keeping watch until we rise, and step forth again and— but wait. Be still. Listen! Is it red bird? Or something inside myself, singing?

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using google keyboard alchemy to create the most miserable emojis possible

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reblog and put in the tags the earliest songs you remember actively liking as a child (asking adults to play them for you, learning the lyrics, being excited when they came on the radio etc.)