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The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas

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Squirrel Tail Grass

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LESLIE CHEUNG as Yuddy DAYS OF BEING WILD dir. Wong Kar-wai, 1990

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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

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speaking of henna +.. it irritates me a little when white people wear it as freckles or draw doddles on their hands with it idk why........ i know its a me problem but like. thats not yours you little colonizer........

LMAOOO no let’s gatekeep this we have a right !!!!!!!!!!

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huge shout out to this little kid for writing my favorite poem

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Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from  “Women who Run with the Wolves,” published in 1992

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I hated spiders on my walls,

Yet I loved the spider combs in the mist, and it's dripping droplets.

My life summarized in short !!

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At first I thought this job that was tiring me. But your job is only a job. The place you go back to after the last committed task for what you're at least going to get paid is tiring you.The house, which is never a home. The people, who are never listeners. The corner, never a room. AND only the dog, always a sun/son.

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holding hands - persepolis, iran.