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Hans Baumgartner. Lugano, 1953.

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Jack Gilbert, from“Alba” / Larissa Szporluk, from "Prowler's Universe"

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fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this

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born to always mourn the present like it’s already become a memory

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bitches will say its “nothing” but the next u see of them they have a big fat novel in their hands and a strange peculiar sadness in their eyes

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No religion except whatever Mary Oliver had going on

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its always like be careful this song might become a memory. this cologne might become a memory. this brand of beer might become a memory. i time travel all the time

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every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes

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propaganda i am not falling for:

always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.

beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines

pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact

beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art

sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity

treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins

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