I don't know about you but after spending the entire winter watching my dashboard go absolutely crazy over the two gay ice hockey players, both of them loosing in the first round of the sexyman contest is peak comedy in my eyes.

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I don't know about you but after spending the entire winter watching my dashboard go absolutely crazy over the two gay ice hockey players, both of them loosing in the first round of the sexyman contest is peak comedy in my eyes.
annotated love pt. II : from the archives of yearning.
Hit the hay so hard last night that i found the needle
Gregory Orr, from ‘Concerning the Book that is the Body of the Beloved’
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I found your name pressed between the pages of june
once fresh juice on my tongue
flattened to a memory of beauty
past pressed into the present
flattened against the fear of forgetting
JUNE POETRY PROMPTS ··· a collection of poetry prompts bathed in the long gold of solstice light, where love grows as fruit on the branch and the heat makes liars of us all.
1. I found your name pressed between the pages of june 2. kissed by the sun but thinking of you 3. you were the underline in every chapter I reread 4. we were prose pretending to be permanence 5. a love like wild thyme & cigarette ash 6. I was the orchard. you only wanted the wine 7. I spilled a bottle of rosé and blamed the stars 8. our love—sun-warmed, barefoot, and wildly unafraid 9. I dressed up for the sunset like it was a lover 10. I made sweet tea and forgave myself again 11. we met in the fantasy section—how fitting 12. you annotated my life with quiet affection 13. some days, I date the sky. some days, I marry the moon 14. joy arrived in sonnets and strawberries 15. I became a bouquet in your hands 16. the cicadas went silent when you touched me 17. June wrote your name in sweat down my spine 18. you made me believe in soft landings 19. I became the person I used to write about 20. the sun came back and so did I 21. I found pieces of us in every golden hour 22. you made summer feel like forever 23. I am my own protagonist . . . and today, I got the love arc 24. june was all lavender 25. you and the strawberry moon 26. we almost had forever. we settled for june 27. my love language is long walks through bookstores 28. film photos from that summer 29. aperol spritz ; the summer air ; you and me 30. the last light of june caught on my collarbone, and it lingered
Gonna do this (maybe?) - mute #june26poetryprompt if its not for you
im joining the sleep war on the side of bed and blanky
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Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Boris Pasternak featured in Letters, Summer 1926
listen to me, this is so so important: you've gotta get used to really giving it your 60% as a default. like don't half-ass it necessarily but try not to go over 70% or so of an ass. you'll feel better and live a happier more fulfilled life, and on the rare occasions where you do need to lock the fuck in you'll be able to pull off bullshit that the sad miserable wretches giving it their 100% can never dream of, because they're busy draining themselves dry and you have energy reserves to spare.
a heatwave is a type of ancient curse
”there’s no glory in suffering” and “sometimes the effort is the point” are two ideas that co-exist but god damn if I can ever tell when’s the time for which