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In those days I could fold the sky up and store it in a closet. With every heave of my chest the universe seemed to expand. In those days the rope of the moon floating on the surface of the water was a kind of hope. I hardly noticed the bird’s song limping from its broken nest, hardly noticed the last star struggling against the dawn until the sun betrayed it. Why do we notice so little? Does the river suffer when you plunge your hand into it? Does the wind suffer when it snags itself on a branch? Maybe that’s why we close our eyes to kiss. I think each night was just the bandage I used to cover the deep cuts of His words. Don’t turn away. Don’t imagine you know the story. Our lives are just dreams someone sold to the highest bidder. I thought my own words could trample the stars. I thought my name would nest in the future and take flight. But there was only that dusk of blackbirds. It’s all just Fate settling like dust in the attics of our deeds.

Richard Jackson, from “The Apology of Judas”, Resonance

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— clarice lispector, the stream of life

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“Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath: 1950-1962 (ed. Karen V. Kukil)  

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when i get bored, i open my silly little tumblr app

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⠀⠀◍˙⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⌑⠀⠀⠀⠀🏡⠀⠀⠀⠀∗

⠀⠀◍˙⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⌑⠀⠀⠀⠀🚃⠀⠀⠀⠀∗

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🗝 ⏆   .  ⏳﹢

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see the problem with the 'what if rhaenyra had been born a boy' thing in regards to rhaenicent is the unavoidable truth that it would have changed them both so intrinsically that they wouldn't make sense anymore. the friendship that evolved into the deep intimacy they had would never have existed. the way they fashioned themselves as counterweights for one another as women with alicent reminding rhaenyra of the consequences of their sex and rhaenyra encouraging alicent to be brave in the face of those consequences wouldn't be necessary. if rhaenyra had ever said 'I wish I were born a boy. then we could have married' alicent could only have responded 'but then you wouldn't be rhaenyra'

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“The sun was gone, but he had left his footprints in the sky. It was the time for sitting on porches beside the road. It was the time to hear things and talk. These sitters had been tongueless, earless, eyeless conveniences all day long. Miles and other brutes had occupied their skins. But now, the sun and the bossman were gone, so the skins felt powerful and human. They became lords of sounds and lesser things. They passed nations through their mouths. They sat in judgement.”

— Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

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⠀ ⠀ /ᐠ . ˕ .マ⠀ 👖⠀ : ジーンズ く꒱

⠀⠀⠀ダーリン ★ 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 〃 !

⠀ ⠀💬 ⠀ : ダーリン。 ᵔᴗᵔ 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗃.

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⧆　 　 ⌅ 　 　∿　　🥒　　⁺

⧆　 　 🚬 　 　∿　　⌅　　⁺

⋯⠀ @hy-ein⠀ ⧆⠀ 　 （ ♩ ◞◟）

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⠀⠀ ⠀ ᘓ ۟ ׅ 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗆𝖾, 𝗁𝗂, 𝗂'𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝄒 ۪ 🪐

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⅄ 　 ◌ 　🐈 ˖　 (´-﹏-`)

⅄ 　 ◌ 　🍊 ˖　 (´-﹏-`)

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♩ ⁺ ⠀┄ (☆﹏☆) 𓏸𓈒

♩ ⁺ ⠀┄ (☆﹏☆) 𓏸𓈒

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— James Baldwin, They Can’t Turn Back

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𝓞𝅼 ׄ ֢ 📄 ᯲ ׄ ׅ ◌

𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 '

𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

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When you're vulnerable around the person you trust or love, I hope you aren't embarrassed about it after the fact. I hope you aren't embarrassed about the way you were vulnerable.

When my friends come to me in a vulnerable moment, I know I don't think about the way they look when they cry, or if their breathing is erratic, or how they say what they are saying. I think about the trust that goes into them exposing their heart like that. I think about the love that went into our friendship. Those superficial thoughts won't cross my mind because that isn't what matters. They are what matters. And that's what I mean. It's never embarrassing to look back on those moments because there was nothing but love under that pain.

The culture we live in shames us for being vulnerable. But we cannot be a stoic person all the time. Eventually, we will be vulnerable, and I hope you don't feel shame for that. Your loved ones won't love you less because you're a human person with human feelings. They love you because you're a human person with human feelings.