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This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the yearโs threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath, the door of a vanished house left ajar
Margaret Atwood, Eating Fire: Selected Poetry, 1965-95
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my partner said something that kinda rocked my world
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looked a cool artist i found and instead of her actual art the first result google showed me was AI art made with her work. i hate it here!!!!!!!
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my doctor says i canโt shave my bush or wear underwear โค๏ธ for medical reasons โค๏ธ
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I hope this vampire bat running on a treadmill will make your day better
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*slowly removes my heart-shaped sunglasses* i beg your fucking pardon
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The Kiss Gustav Klimt, c. 1907-1908 Oil and gold leaf on canvas
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