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mini hiatus!

I need to cut out distractions for the next couple of weeks while I attack my finals and try not to crumble under pressure (kidding) (not kidding!) You can still find me on my favourite distraction, though :’)

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anyone else have a heart thats too soft….. a marshmallow heart…… tempur-pedic mattress heart…. a cotton candy heart…..

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some wave studies

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All the birds die of blunt force trauma— of barn of wire of YIELD or SLOW CHILDREN AT PLAY. You are a sign are a plank are a raft are a felled oak. You are a handle are a turn are a bit of brass lovingly polished. What birds what bugs what soft hand come knocking. What echo what empty what room in need of a picture a mirror a bit of paint on the wall. There is a hooked rug There is a hand hard as you are hard pounding the door. There is the doormat owl eye patched by a boot by a body with a tree for a hand. What roosts what burrows what scrambles at the pound. There is a you on the other side, cold and white as the room, in need of a window or an eye. There is your hand on the door which is now the door pretending to be a thing that opens.

POEM OF THE DAY: “Self-Portrait As A Door” by Donika Kelly

Donika Kelly’s debut collection, Bestiary, was an extremely notable release from 2016; longlisted for the National Book Award, the collection operates as a collection of creatures, refusing clear definition in favor of fluid identification that reaches out with stretched hands to pull everything in and let everything flow out, be it in blood or song. We eagerly await whatever comes next in this poet’s career.

--Kyle Williams

(via therumpus)

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La Perruche et la Sirene via Henri Matisse

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どうにかなるさ

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you can tell a lot about someone based on their phone background. it shows what’s most important to them

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You all know that Check Yes Juliet was your jam at one point

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cressida campbell

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Hey y’all! As a part of my senior research seminar, I’m doing my research project on helicopter parenting behaviors and how that affects romantic relationships. Any participation would be greatly appreciated! 

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Back-Home Book Club: #WorldPoetryDay Edition

One of the ways I have always felt connected to my heritage, across so many diasporas, is through books. Stories have always made me feel connected to people, places, and ideas in a way that intertwines with my own understanding of the world.

Back-Home Book Club invites you to explore these stories with me. In the spirit of #WorldPoetryDay, here are five poetic voices to open up our worlds.

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Illustrations for Angela Carter’s The Bloody Chamber by Iro Tsavala

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So at the end of Prisoner of Azkaban, Sirius says to Hermione, “You really are the brightest witch of your age,” with an emphasis on the “are,” implying that someone previously had told him that Hermione was super fucking smart and he was just then affirming it

But like, who told him that? He didn’t really get a chance to talk to Harry or Ron or Lupin between “I didn’t kill your parents” and “oh shit werewolf” and “I’m about to get the dementor’s kiss.”

So I like to think that it was Crookshanks who told him, coz Crookshanks and Padfoot were friends, right? I can imagine Crookshanks just going on and on about Hermione, like “My human is the best human, she’s so smart and lovely and perfect, just wait till you meet her, I love her so much”