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goddd i just want spider-man's identity to be his own worst but new york city's best kept secret. like i want him unthinkingly taking off his mask and like 20 people see, but if you ask them if they did? no they didn't.

the rule is unwritten, but very enforced. like, there are online communities dedicated to erasing any trace of the spread of his identity. a tourist takes a photo of him and posts it online? it's gone in minutes, and people send DMs to the poster anywhere from "hey, i'm sure you were just excited, but...." to "ill kill u if i evr c you, fuckin bitch".

any information on spider-man is only spread via word of mouth, and only spoken in hushed, awed voices. after several years of spider-man, everyone knows someone who encountered him:

"he saved my cousin. caught a falling billboard from underneath with his bare hands..."

"wow... i've never seen him myself, but he talked to my coworker's daughter for an hour after he stopped a guy from getting a little too handsy. apparently, his smile is 'dreamy'."

these secrets are freely given if you're kind, trustworthy, and show respect for the little guy. but the moment you demand information on him... "i don't know what you're talking about, buddy. he's just an urban legend the news likes to blame the city's problems on so we don't unionize or worse"

so as many times as spider-man ends up with out a mask, or accidentally introduces himself with a name that starts with 'p' and rhymes with 'meter'... on the record, they don't know a thing. because he does his best to help as many people as he can, so it's only fair if they help him a little in return.

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I believe that it is necessary for humans to look forward to and plan for the future, I find that the part that most people struggle with is becoming overly obsessed with it.

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I'm so tired of people calling cloudy days dreary and gloomy, like no you narrow-minded fool, they are just as beautiful and lovely as days when the sun is fully out, you are just to foolish to see the beauty inherent in all things in nature.

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There was a bird hopping around on the patio at my work it made me smile when j saw it.

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There was a bird hopping around on the patio at my work it made me smile when j saw it.

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what if it all worked out

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This is actually the best thing I've seen ever

Welcome to Build-a-Frog!

Click here to enter

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one day you'll wake up and think, "life is okay". it'll happen gradually. you'll start to notice flowers blooming in a new light. your evening shower will be a sweet refuge. your morning coffee will warm your soul. things will seem bright and beautiful, and you'll wonder how you ever wanted to leave such lovely things behind

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Go for a walk. Stare up at the sky. Stay up late reading a book. Do everything and anything that brings you joy. Do not be embarrassed or afraid. Seize your life with both hands and get as much joy from it as you can because that is all you really have.

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I WANT TO SEIZE LIFE WITH MY HANDS!!! WRING OUT EVERY DROP OF HAPPINESS AND DANCE IN IT! I'M TIRED OF BEING IDLE! LIFE HAS TO DEAL WITH ME NOW AND I WILL NOT BE SILENT!!!

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Miniscule Matter

That first sip of coffee

tastes a little better

than usual.

Bare toes that

squeeze the grass

under the azure sky.

Stare into fatigued eyes

through the cracked mirror

covered in dust.

See the bedhead from hours of restlessness

as you brush away morning breath

with mint toothpaste.

Here.

Your favorite seasonal candy

is back in stock

at your local supermarket. 

Voice stutters

as you make eye contact

with the waitress taking your order.

The small details.

The smell of a book

as you open the fresh cover

and dogear its pages. 

Heartbeat races as a stranger

compliments a shirt

you rarely wear out. 

They remind me.

You savor a fruity drink

as your friend kindles the fire

on a cloudy night.

The warmth radiates

Into your skin from a 

just-dried oversized hoodie. 

I am alive.

Feed from the minuscule

and let it fuel you

into another day. 

It's so worth it.

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“Do few things, but do them well. Simple joys are holy.”

— St. Francis of Assisi

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Sometimes I feel like punching someone but then I have to remind myself that prison doesn't allow acces to the internet. That normally keeps me in check.