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I Whisper to My Past Do I have Another Choice, Tracey Emin, 2010

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Decades

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Sad Cat attempts comedy.

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b-randnew’s songs of 2015 4/??

Cigarettes and Saints // The Wonder Years

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Screaming into the void about how I can't listen to this song anymore. In three years I have seen eleven people I grew up with buried. I buried a man who was like a brother when he was twenty six. An accidental overdose, brought on by shitty luck and a system that beat him down. He was supposed to be the best man at our wedding. In a moment of cowardice, another friend made a decision that ended his life. I was twenty when they buried him. I stood in the hallway of the hospital when his father collapsed next to me. I was there when they closed the door at the crematorium and we buried that man's only son. I breathed in the ash when the furnaces started. The last living relic of the man I called my best friend. In the parking lot, I refrained from punching the man that gave him the drugs out of respect for his family. I went on to regret it, because four months later I am burying the man (the friend) who was afraid. The man who broke down at the funeral when he told me he did everything he knew how to do. I didn't know what to say to him then, and I don't know any better now. I wish that I could feel like they were in a better place but I gave up believing in that a long time ago. I am tired of burying my best friends. I am tired of existing in a system that routinely profits off of the destruction of an entire generation. I'm tired of not being able to help my friends.

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from my gretel self by leena norms

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“i. our hearts were made of stronger stuff than this. ii. am i crying because it is the only thing left or because even the earth needs rain. iii. our hands were formed to create. explain this to me while you’re sipping your coffee. iv. explain to me the hole in the wall where you punched through your mother’s divorce. v. explain the hole in yourself you ripped, strings you tied off. you don’t believe in love and that’s okay. vi. maybe love doesn’t believe in you. vii. at eighteen you knew how to sew yourself into bed at night and rip yourself out of it in the mornings. tell me about the tiny destruction. about how your heart aches for things beyond the ocean. about how you’ve always wanted out but you’ve since lowered your goals to just surviving. about how the walls of your home are teeth. viii. you were made to love so much it would wake up the sun. you fill that empty with numb. your hands shake. ix. tell me over coffee we were made to create; tell me over the phone you’re destroying yourself anyway. x. we were supposed to be better but we forgot the equation somewhere in our childhood fish graves. xi. i tell you that you can stand up and run. xii. you tell me you’ve given up. xiii. what makes death a lover? oh, when he’s won.”

— thoughts on a rainy morning // r.i.d

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a very unsettling plate found in Cracow, Poland

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Wander through the junipers for 2.5 miles to have the earth just give way to this

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Eris, Goddess of Chaos in Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas (2003)

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The sunset paints the sky with complementary colors along the Grapevine Hills Trail leading to Balanced Rock. Big Bend National Park in Texas offers a chance to explore the Chihuahuan Desert while surrounded by the Chisos Mountains. Though a desert landscape, this place is far from deserted, so look for signs of wildlife. Grapevine Hills Trail is an easy walk that turns into a hike leading you up through beautiful boulder arrangements to the iconic Balanced Rock. In the spring, bluebonnets, paintbrush, bi-color mustard, desert marigold, yucca and cacti blossoms add color to the desert landscape. Photo courtesy Matt Smith.