5.4.2023 // 8:13 tea in the morning…and trench coat in the afternoon
pic: my apartment, New England.
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So I was listening to We Don’t Talk About Bruno with my headphones in and I noticed something. So obviously everyone repeats their verses at the end of the song but usually I can only make out Pepa, Camilo, and Isabela. While Dolores is drowned out. However, she too is singing you can make her out when she says: betrothed to another. However, I also noticed that she along with Isabela sings: And I’m fine, I am fine, yes I’m fine, I am fine; before Everyone calls out: he’s here!
It’s a blink and you miss it detail that’s really interesting. Especially if you were to put the lyrics into prose. It’s also a significant call back to Waiting on a Miracle when Mirabel says she’s fine before admitting she’s not fine. Another crack hiding Under the Surface. 😏
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My sleep is disturbed by the tiny beasts,
who devour the scraps of memories that reside in my mind.
My feet burn endlessly,
and as they char my past to perfection (it makes it easy on their digestion),
i am unable to run or escape,
and they singe them all thru the night.
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A Fathers Day Poem I Wrote For My Dad:
You reach out a hand when I’m too proud to ask
Yours is the smile I think of when I feel alone in the dark
You guide me and love me in your own special way
It took me some time to notice all of this
But now all of a sudden it’s as clear as day
I guess you got it from that song we used to sing
“The answer my friend is written in the wind” lol
I will always love you
I will always need you
Because a little girl will always need her fathers famous hugs
I will always call you
I will always miss you
Because even in my 20s I will always count on your advice and wisdom
I realise I don’t tell you enough as I should
But I love you forever and more if I could
So Happy Father’s Day to the strongest dad in the world
I love you
Love one of your baby girls xx
-tamara-catherine
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i'm a mist of a girl with snow on my tongue and sadness ground into my skin like the frostbites i got from too much exposure to icy winds and snowfalls
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40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back.
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idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that
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Just meet me in
the Orion's belt
in where we can
both lose ourselves
together. Dazed,
heart racing, filled
with euphoria as we
float endlessly
through the whole
cosmic process.
Semjase Luo Yi: 7:33pm/11-21-22
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The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.
Juliette Lewis
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You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.
Ernest Hemingway
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You will search for me in another person, I promise.
Unknown
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