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i like girls who resemble the sun; burning, brilliant, blinding, if you look for too long. the kind of light that lingers on your eyelids. i like girls who remind me of moonlight; who have a way of lighting the dark spaces in my mind on cold nights, when dawn seems like a distant dream. i like girls who personify the ocean; wild laughter and wide eyes, salt slick skin, arms raised as they sway as one with the waves, tide drunk and dizzy with the scent of the sea. i like girls who embody the earth; who ground with a touch. who fight off lightning and kiss like how rain tastes on your tongue when you open your mouth to the sky.

l.s. | i like girls © 2017

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The Strawberry Poem by Keaton St. James

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[ID: poem titled ‘The Strawberry Poem’ reading,

“i tell myself that once i make it to tomorrow, i will get up with the gold glow of the sun, tighten my scarf against the restless cold, & walk to the nearest grocery store. i will buy the biggest box of strawberries i can find, sit on my kitchen floor, eat them with my hands all in one shot.                                                      like a child or like god, i will stain some things red on accident. & still the foam-mouthed seas will churn under the gaze of the moon, & cardinals with snow- brushed wings will nestle themselves into pine branches the way a heart nestles itself into the ribs, & still i will have my laughter, yes, even when pain fills up my pockets like stones.                                                      but isn’t that the miracle? i was close enough to the river to kiss it, & i went home anyway. home, where it is so easy to spill sugar on the counter, drop tea leaves on the floor, forget splinters of cinnamon sticks & find them later behind the kettle, your mess the proof that you were not a ghost here but a body, solid & awake & true. home, where it is                                                     so easy to make a big joy from a small strawberry, to hold that sweet- ness in your mouth, its red as bright as wanting. its red that says, & how much more joy can we hold in another year, another decade, a whole recklessly beautiful life?”

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— Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life

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by claudiaserraima

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Tre Cime Di Lavaredo, Italy

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Thinking Clearly, Los Angeles – April 23rd, 2022

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Sarah Hogan

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Missed Time, Ha Jin

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Taunus, Germany by Patrick Mueller

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Mechelse Heide, Belgium by Patrik Uytterhoeven

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Aleksandra

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Ada Limón, “Love Poem with Apologies for My Appearance”

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The introductory “Hate” monologue from I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream, with AM voiced by the TikTok TTS

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why is it that someone gently saying "hey hey whoa" while another person is crying like the most intimate and comforting thing

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warrior of light moments

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wideeyedtree

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“We’ve had lovely days and delicious twilights. This last fortnight has been so peaceful […] How quiet the woods are today… not a murmur except that soft wind purring in the treetops! It sounds like surf on a faraway shore.”

— L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea