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Did you know that wolves are often gentler than humans? They form bonds that last a lifetime, remaining steadfastly loyal to their partners. Within their packs, they care tenderly for the sick and the aging, and they even adopt orphaned pups left behind by tragedy. When a member of the pack dies, the others grieve deeply, mourning their loss for months, sometimes even a year. Far from the ferocious creatures we were taught to fear, wolves embody devotion, compassion, and kinship — qualities that remind us how much humanity still has to learn from them.

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Eric Schaal Woody Guthrie Serenading Fellow Passengers on a New York City Subway c.1943

“I would like to see every single soldier on every single side, just take off your helmet, unbuckle your kit, lay down your rifle, and set down at the side of some shady lane, and say, nope, I ain’t gonna kill nobody. Plenty of rich folks wants to fight. Give them the guns.” Woody Guthrie

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dreams

dreams are waking moments that are missed

when waiting for your thoughts to reach your heart.

they’re fleeting like a midnight lovers’ tryst,

and pass before your tired eyes can part.

they whisper wishes in your deeper mind;

you fail to catch them as you rest your bones.

yet feel them when you wake, a promise kind,

an elegy writ for the world unknown.

you dream when longing for a different life

and only recognise the aching loss.

in life, the need for change is ever rife

but change is rare and dreams all have a cost.

i dream to lick the wounds of scarcity,

and dream, one day, my dream will come to me.

henriquejorgegentleman

idieinmydaydream

小岛

Smooothed skin with a jagged scab, raised dark angry but healing. I grab the edges and peel slowly, the gaping hole into the soft pink flesh quickly fills with the warmth of life. Clawing, scratching, screaming, gouging into the depths of my mind... I need this to heal and leave me be, but I watch it bleed every day to remind myself of the pain. A self-mutilation, cat and nine tails ripping through my psyche. I need the pain to bring me to center, but I hate the sight of blood. I am to blame for everything wrong with me.... That question still lingers it's diseased head from the shadows. Magmus eyes burning into my nightmares, razor nails softly caressing my soul leaving scars that I never seem to let heal. I need these to heal, but I can not stop watching them bleed. So alone in this mind cage, banging on the two way mirror screaming to be heard, but no one can hear my screams through the noise on their own side of the madness. Only the demon can hear me in this cage, watching me as I pick at my scars, the blood running through my fingers, deep pink gouges filling quickly with life.

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