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@bellezor
Be cringe.
You think any great art was ever made by someone who was never cringe? You think that great novelist never wrote a cringy line? Embrace the awkward. Embrace the weird. Be dramatic. Be ridiculous. Let people laugh. Laugh with them. Feel deeply and share that. Cringe is merely a word used to keep you in a box.
Destroy the box and make art out of it.
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l am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion. I was not made for light touches or half-meant goodnights. My heart was stitched for something that swallows whole. The kind of love that lingers in your bones long after the body has moved on.
Credit: Karyee
J. M. Grosvalet, from her book titled "Sugar Spells," originally published in 2025
“I can’t get used to you not loving me anymore”
— unknown via (hatin)
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
The end of everything
gazes at me
from a cracked
rear-view mirror.
She winks
and giggles
at a joke I once told
that I've long forgotten.
I shake
in the passenger seat,
thinking of additional fears
because anxiety
is an avalanche
and somedays
even my mind
is frostbitten.
Robert J. W.
To inspire an untamable sense of urgency in regards to active, boot-laced compassion. To actively imagine a better world and to write it down so that others might imagine it as well. To destroy the myth of our collective powerlessness. To create beauty where there isn't yet beauty. To remind people they are not alone. To un-war our relationships to each other and to ourselves.
-Andrea Gibson (in response to the question "What is the role of the poet/artist in the current political climate?")
https://emergencemagazine.org/essay/navigating-the-mysteries/
Joy Sullivan, from “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West