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yayyuh · 2 months
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very tiny doodle. many thoughts and memories.
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yayyuh · 8 months
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Please, someone show this to Mandy Patinkin immediately
Full episode here
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yayyuh · 10 months
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In Brazil people were like this waiting to see across the spiderverse
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yayyuh · 10 months
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yayyuh · 11 months
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it fucken WIMDY (via)
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yayyuh · 11 months
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"Disaster Taxon," poem assembled using text from Wikipedia articles
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yayyuh · 11 months
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The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
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Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.
I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.
This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.
That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.
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yayyuh · 11 months
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What is grief but an invisible knife that pierces right through your soul. You can't stop it. You can't prevent it from cutting you deep. You're left at that. Bleeding silently, your plea for help unheard. Like a season, it will arrive, does its work and then leaves. Nothing but patience, nothing but patience. The lips must practise silence and beautifully endure the pain...
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yayyuh · 1 year
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Ch😂
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yayyuh · 1 year
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Long distance pals.
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yayyuh · 1 year
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This meme is inescapable on French insta so I'm posting it here for all to enjoy
YOU MAY NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST UNTIL YOU HAVE READ THE MISERY AND SPLENDOR OF TRANSLATION BY JOSÉ ORTEGA Y GASSET
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ALSO ASTÉRIX SWEEP ALSO THEY WERR GAY MARRIED
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yayyuh · 1 year
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Each one has its own thing going on
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yayyuh · 1 year
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UNINTELLIGIBLE, that I'm telling you.
It's not easy birthing a child... It's not easy.
What are you going to do with your children? What will you give them?
Where is your husband?
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yayyuh · 1 year
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yayyuh · 1 year
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Yeah I'm not ready for this scene it's the shipper in me that's gonna die
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