When it was Possible to Concentrate, The World Felt like A Perpetually Unfolding Miracle

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When it was Possible to Concentrate, The World Felt like A Perpetually Unfolding Miracle
very disappointing when someone says "the bird app" and for one lovely moment I think they are talking about Merlin Bird ID by Cornell Lab, the free app that allows you to identify birds by appearance or sound, make a list of birds you have seen, and explore all the birds native to your region.... and then I realize they are talking about twitter.
Claymore (クレイモア)
liu qi, "xizhi (geese)," 2023, ink and color on paper
.I’m getting coffee with someone on Friday (and by someone I mean a guy) and
while I know this is good thing because - distraction
and also - sort-of ‘moving on’
(but not really haha)
what it really really really is
is me proving to myself and the world that I can snare people in
and be
‘worthy’
or whatever the fuck it is.
I can be pretty
and sexy
and flirty
and whatever.
and mostly I want to whine about how much my back hurts all the time
from the fucking rowing injury seven fucking years ago.
and how my heart, my heart
I don’t even have a heart anymore.
And I have learned that
men who drag their feet
like matches
often find
women who will set themselves
on fire
just to taste the burn.
Michelle K., Ashes
I have made you poetry.
You have made me a stranger.
I’m no longer interested in pain. it doesn’t inspire me, it doesn’t motivate me, I don’t think it’s a beautiful thing. I’ve spent too long making suffering a part of my personality
if you don’t almost cry every time you listen to “retrograde” by maggie rogers
esp at the line “come out of the darkness”
then idk why you’re following me because that’s a WHOLE FUCKING MOOD
‘Genet de l'Estérel’ by Geraud Fils (1900s), ‘Extrait Fleurs du Ciel’ by Roger et Gallet (early 20th century), ‘Lilas Blanc’ by Roger et Gallet (early 20th century).
Tennessee ❤️
“what is the target audience of this post” what?????? does your diary have a target audience
the target audience of all of my posts is me
Everybody needs to see this
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to James D. Clark, written c. March 1883
— Haruki Murakami, from Samsa in Love (via lunamonchtuna)