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- the latter is called a kiss."
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"when you're in dire need of a muse, a lover, a listener, and someone who can make your inner demons go wildly quiet in a second.
- the latter is called a kiss."
"its a sad world
the one where you can't say out loud you're not doing great
and not doing good either
and certainly not even begin to explain that you cry heavily everyday
for things long lost in another parallel realm in this head of yours"
Shikoku, Japan. 2026.
"There's a lot I wanna say, but there's not enough time to say it
Couple thoughts in my head, but my mind can't keep from changing
Oh, I had the heart to tell you, but you won't understand, so never mind
For a little while, well, I thought that I could take it
But days go by and I just keep losing patience
I'm worried life will pass me by and I'll have spent it all living a lie
Feel it all, fight it off
Tell myself it won't be long
Bite my tongue, fill my lungs
Bare the weight 'til I come undone
Oh, the things I do for you
I know I'm gonna break, am I just too scared to face it?
See the tide's coming in, but I'm just too damn complacent
You always take the best of me, I got nothing left to give but still, I try
Feel it all, fight it off
Tell myself it won't be long
Bite my tongue, fill my lungs
Bare the weight 'til I come undone
Oh, the things I do for you, oh
Do you feel it? 'Cause I feel it all
You're my ceiling and I've grown too tall
Do you feel it? 'Cause I feel it all
You're my ceiling, and I've grown too tall, ooh
Do you feel it? Do you feel it all?
Do you feel it? 'Cause I feel it
You're my ceiling, my ceiling
You're my ceiling, you're my ceiling
Do you feel it? 'Cause I feel it all
Oh..."
(Chance Pena - Feel it all)
if you have no way to float then you
must forge wings from water. buoy them with the noise you can't make. it's good to be alive and it's good to be a wake even if you have no way to swim and must borrow someone else's arms. or forge a raft from fire. Tie it with the words you can't say. if you have no way to make noise, you must forge a mouth from wanting bone.
“People who make you feel better about yourself when you’re sad are so important.”
— Unknown
To look after and be looked after
"i have whispered your name thousands of thousands of time in my dreams, never spelling it aloud.
not because it was erased from my memory through the years,
but only because there is no equivalent sound on earth."
Washing ashore must feel good as fuck
Georgia O'Keeffe, It was Blue and Green, 1960
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I’ve been told it’s a gift.
That sensitivity
is strength
and softness
is rare.
But I’ve lived long enough
to know it’s also
a burden.
Even joy
is sharp.
Beauty
makes my chest hurt.
I see something lovely
(a child dancing,
a tree lit just right)
and I ache
because it’s fleeting.
I’m always a little
too full.
Like my heart is a glass
half-tipped
in a room
with no steady hands.
Everything hurts
just a little.
But I’d rather feel
too much
than feel nothing at all.
But god,
sometimes
I wish there was
an easier way
to be here.
~Eira Quinn
Little stars dance on Eleanor Lake, Yellowstone National Park
(c) riverwindphotography, May 2025
Memories.
When we were animals
people will really tell scary stories about old mental health facilities and still somehow think that the patients were the scary part
How to Save Your Own Life, Erica Jong