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maija tammi, "on the third day," 2024, video
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beat my face with lauren and karla’s makeup and got sir’d at the third wave bar
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Anonymous love letter between two twelfth-century nuns, Translated by Peter Dronke in Medieval Latin and the rise of European Love-Lyric, II.
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Couldn’t find the horses in the fog. Luckily they found me.
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broken landscape ~ antti laitinen | photos © antii laitinen
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If I could change things
I would die and return
Another name
Knowin’ everything I’ve learned
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everything is connected to everything else.
everything comes from everything else.
how can one of us be well when another isn’t.
there are so many small ways of reasoning this. i love my sister; when she isn’t well, i don’t find myself well. i worry about her. i feel anxiety on her behalf.
when a stranger trips in the street a part of us winces.
to see something else suffer makes us suffer -- even, i believe, on a subconscious level. everything affects everything else. empathy we feel self-consciously is only the tip of the iceberg.
to close yourself off, to remove yourself, to not let yourself feel connection to others in pain -- it’s like the way skin cells become dust, the way bits of comet break off into the atmosphere
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