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when I was a kid I wished I had nosebleeds. I had some friends who had them and I was like. that looks so fucking cool. you're just sitting there and suddenly you're covered in blood. it looks so dramatic. it looks so... and here my language failed me. at such a humble age I did not have the vocabulary to describe the sublime. I just sat in incomprehensible jealousy. I turned out totally normal by the way
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Ever since i was a little girl i knew i never wanted to be pregnant
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the trademarks of homosexuality as displayed by Dan and Phil
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The Cassandra Complex- webweave (a story on grief and the end of the world)
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also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.
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— v, from “excerpt from a book i will never write” (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
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Thief of Time by Terry Pratchett / Unknown author / Unknown author / Unknown author / Human Acts by Han Kang / Adonis - Selected Poems (tr. Khaled Mattawa) / post by @ojibwa / Unknown author / Anecdote of the Pig by Tory Adkisson / Marina Tsvetaeva
All art by @lucjan
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Wikipedia / Image from pinterest / Machiavelli / George Santayana / Thucydides / Image from pinterest / Abba - Waterloo / J. M. Barrie - Peter Pan / Fibonacci spiral / Catherynne M. Valente
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"I like you” ok so where are my love letters????
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I WANT WHATS LEFT OF OUR LITTLE VIGNETTE. THAT POOR SOUL WONT COME, ONLY A HORROR LIKE YOU COULD STOMACH A HORROR LIKE ME. YOURE NOT FIGHTING IN THIS WAR BECAUSE IN A WHOLLY SELFISH EFFORT I NEED YOU.
I should be above the “all Spotify screenshots” kind of web weave but reader, I love him.
oh god, reader. someone save my country, is this what becomes of a country blessed by god? god would never bless troops, that’s the part none of you understand. asleep, I meet the motionless faces of my love, my brothers, and my friends’ covered in grime and blood. the world will end before I even got to begin. I was told this was the greatest country in the world. part of me still believes it and I will saw that part off. I will miss a lot of things when I am gone but I will miss people the most
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Lidia Yuknavitch, from Reading the Waves: A Memoir published in 2025
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Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Allen Grover featured in The Selected Letters of Marth Gellhorn
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