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Cosmic Funnies
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Kiana Khansmith
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we're not kids anymore.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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“Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath, born today in 1932
A Dream Deferred
by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore– And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over– like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Alison Krauss & Union Station - It doesn’t matter
It doesn’t matter what I want It doesn’t matter what I need It doesn’t matter if I cry Don’t matter if I bleed You’ve been on a road Don’t know where it goes or where it leads It doesn’t matter what I want It doesn’t matter what I need If you’ve made up your mind to go I won’t beg you to stay You’ve been in a cage Throw you to the wind you fly away It doesn’t matter what I want It doesn’t matter what I need It doesn’t matter if I cry Doesn’t matter if I bleed Feel the sting of tears Falling on this face you’ve loved for years
“the oppression of women knows no ethnic nor racial boundaries, true, but that does not mean it is identical within those boundaries.”
 - audre lorde, "an open letter to mary daly”
I Don’t Feel It Anymore (Song Of the Sparrow) • William Fitzsimmons
Anthropomorphic sculptures made of mud and algae.
- Homo Algus, Sophie Prestigiacomo.
“Dragon in Clouds - Indigo Blue” (2010) Takashi MurakamiÂ
Sufjan Stevens - For The Widows In Paradise, For The Fatherless In Ypsilanti
If you was a fish, Mother Nature'd take care of you, wouldn't she?
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
I want to be Like the waves on the sea, Like the clouds in the wind, But I’m me. One day I’ll jump Out of my skin. I’ll shake the sky Like a hundred violins.
Sandra Cisneros (The House on Mango Street)
i’ve been looking so long at these pictures of youÂ
that i almost believe that they’re realÂ
i’ve been living so long with my pictures of youÂ
that i almost believe that the pictures areÂ
all i can feelÂ
fade into you j mascis
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES. First of all, there's the name that the family use daily, Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James, Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey-- All of them sensible everyday names. There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter, Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames: Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter-- But all of them sensible everyday names. But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular, A name that's peculiar, and more dignified, Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular, Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride? Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum, Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat, Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum- Names that never belong to more than one cat. But above and beyond there's still one name left over, And that is the name that you never will guess; The name that no human research can discover-- But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess. When you notice a cat in profound meditation, The reason, I tell you, is always the same: His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name: His ineffable effable Effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
“The Naming Of Cats” by T.S. EliotÂ
03. A song that makes you cry.
🎶 I wish I was your favourite girl I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style 🎶