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He touches me as gently as the swaying branch of the old gum tree, long and wise, brushes across the blades of grass. Autumn kisses the ends of leaves, he leaves me yellow and mellow.

I am loved.

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— natalie wee, never been kissed (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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Maybe if I had loved myself more, cared more.

Cradled my body instead of embarassing it.

I'd feel its love back.

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Can somebody please recommend me movies/shows along the lines of 'normal people' or 'call me by your name' 🙏

Genre being the opposite of self help 😍

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" i’ll go " " and i’ll stay "

" and we’ll both be okay "

" what do we do? " " enjoy it "

" i love you " " it’ll pass "

oil on paper by ratsandlilies

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I slowly but surely embody everything I thought I would never have the privilege of achieving.

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Bones and All (2022), dir. Luca Guadagnino

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marrow and gore

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I want to leave again, travel.

I crave no contact with my current life, my phone silenced by lack of proximity. A free Telstra phone, the only difference in knowing between life and death, a spider lives in its crevices. Contact with me I dictate, you do not speak when not spoken to.

It is hot out here, it is cold out here, it is windy out here. My brain floats in the wind and travels past the bight. The wind returns it to me with decisions made.

I am the master of my own fate. I rule my own time.

My life belongs to me.

The clock exists to remind me of human existence, nothing more. I am currently godly.

Kiss my feet, ask my permission.

Spoke when spoken to .

downpour

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Finished reading where the crawdads sing today, my poor little heart can't handle it.

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Women in Film Challenge 2024: [102/52] Where the Crawdads Sing, dir. Olivia Newman (USA, 2022)

A swamp knows all about death and doesn’t necessarily define it as tragedy; certainly not a sin.

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Started my next read!! Pray for me 🥹🫡

I have a sense that I will relate more than I would like to .

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I move my feet out of the way so ants don't have to go all the way around. Seems like an awfully long detour.

I guess that's the kind of person I am.

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Penance

Strawberries burn the cracks of my lips.

Washing away the sin of all the people I never should have kissed.