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Typewriter Series #326. Dig it. (at Helena, Montana) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpwJY9bLIbs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Why are people obsessed with being perfect?

I love all my broken pieces- they let the light through

-RS

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why do all the words sound heavier in my native language? scratch that. why did I choose to seek refuge in a language of another instead of training my tongue to bear the heaviness of my own?

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End or beginning

There are many things I have forgotten of late,

The simple things

like the taste of freshly brewed tea first thing on a cold morning

the feeling of crisp winter breeze against my numb nose

the sound of birds chirping

and the gentle rustle of leaves

All replaced by the long list of things I need to do before the day ends, the month ends, the year ends

I end.

-RS

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Oh no, I’ve had the slow murmur of a Paris thought, the kind that won’t leave until well after a month-long-week of rosé, cafés, and sunsets on the Seine.

— Atticus (@atticusxo) December 6, 2020

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“I love you, selflessly. From afar, through tears, and in my loneliness.”

— N.M.Sanchez

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“I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.” - Charles Bukowski

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“Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.” - Charles Bukowski, Women

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“How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.”

— Khalil Gibran

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“In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.”

— Pablo Neruda, from “October Fullness”

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Memory

by Margaret Atwood

Memory is not in the head only. It’s midnight, you existed once, you exist again, my entire skin sensitive as an eye, imprint of you glowing against me, burnt-out match in a dark room.

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“Slide right next to me, there’s plenty of time to heal. I won’t move at all.”

— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

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Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems

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“I’m not really here. I am physically, but metaphorically I am not. I just exist sometimes. Occasionally I’m present, but majority of times I’m not. I stand. I hold in place. Periodically I sit. Sometimes you see my eyes drifting. I’m not wondering. I’m wandering. I’m seeking. I’m observing. I’m listening to the wind. I’m grasping the moment. I’m grasping time. I’m feeling this. I’m trying to understand what this is. I’m not here nor there, but elsewhere in between the hologram.”

— words by dominic riccitello