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hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
hey i’ve moved! to a new blog with the same url! follow me @beesimile
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“I clutch, all language vanished from my mind. We knock each other over in a violent embrace.”
— Anne Carson, from “The Fall Of Rome: A Traveller’s Guide” (via words-and-coffee)
““Caw, caw!” A huge black crow circled above me in the air and landed on a rock nearby. We looked at each other in silence. “Crow, are you a boy or a girl?” “Caw, caw!” I laughed and rolled over on my back. The sky was crayon blue. I pretended I was lying on the cotton white clouds. The earth was damp against my back. The sun was hot, the breeze was cool. I felt happy. Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.”
— Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues p17