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Claire Keane
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if i look back, i am lost
Xuebing Du
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we're not kids anymore.
i don't do bad sauce passes
Origami Around
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
DEAR READER
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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@cakeleevannila
my heart on fire
my heart on fire
it’s beautiful
freedom
whirling twirling
uninhibited unrestrained
chasing bubbles, ladybugs, dragonflies
singing up the sun
howling at the moon
laughing the stars into existence
acting on impulse
taking down the mirrors
the world as it is
no reverse images
unwinding the clocks
so maybe life can stand still
while we are innocent
while we are here
here we are
here i am
and
it’s beautiful
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grace in another life
grace in another life
i am too far away
from holy to ask for help
no penance, no contrition, no baptism, no expression of sin
i have no offerings
i have no faith in heavens or hells
my prayers are bubbles
popping before delivery
empty and void
i wish i could find that sanctuary
i wish i had that doe eyed advantage
i wish i didn’t think
i wish i didn’t question
i wish when giving confession i felt true
i wish i felt…
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interdependent web of existence
interdependent web of existence
tears of the damned
numbers and numbers and numbers
representing individuals
representing
a man with a plan
a woman wanting to make bread
a child who loves rain
we watch numbers without names
names have too much value
when we hear names
the strings of attachment to humanity
pull too hard, decisions begin forming
actions feel necessary
200,000 people
one man who wanted to build a house
one young…
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just write
i don’t know if this is writer’s block…it feels more like mental constipation. i can’t really think in the way that is going to make sense to anyone outside of my head. i am not sure how well i am thinking things out. the worst feeling in the world. i can let go of the motor skills and i can even become friends with the pain….but my mind…that is all i have. all there ever really was. so is…
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once upon a time
once upon a time
i was once a girl
never innocent, never carefree
i was once a girl
living and breathing
sometimes hoping, sometimes praying
i was once a girl
now i am a disease
to be avoided
to be locked away
to be quarantined
examined by the brilliant
the brilliant
with the letters
certifying their certainty
the brilliant
with adjectives
clarifying their clarity
to the brilliant
i am a study in oddity
i once…
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too much!!!!
it all seems to just pile up until everything topples over.
i have been pretty active, keeping my mind off of all the chaos and overwhelming uncertainty of my illness. that is kinda how i have to operate in order to just process information. it’s always been that way…i get bad news and i have to throw myself into some project or work in order to take it in. then, maybe, after some time i can…
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the long slow kiss goodbye
i am running out of addresses
no more places to hide
i knew if i let myself bleed once
it would never stop
if i exposed one bit of me
i would go up in a blaze of unglory
and here it is puddles of blood
the insides of me outside
for all the world to laugh at
rubbed raw with sandpaper
dried spit from passersby in my eye
there are no more tears left
i gave up on me last night
all the grit all the…
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pouring my heart out
i have been working so hard on our new zine. it’s an incredible project! not just for the amazing people and their amazing work, it’s the open and diverse. and although i love it, sometimes it is a bit exhausting. it’s like everything else in life-busting ass is the only way to accomplish. in that busting ass there is happiness, fear, loathing, excitement and overwhelming elation, but i have…
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son of isaac, son of abraham
i don’t know how to feel lost
helpless
hogtied eyes forced open
to watch the destruction
no escaping the fire of wrath
caused by narcissism and loathing
loathing women, loathing different, loathing her
she is not her actions
she is not her words
a beautiful girl who should just know
know how to cope with the adult shit the adults are failing at
know how to show love when love has always had limits
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please drop some change in the bucket
the contritions of the phoenix collective is looking to make the zine available for mobile view and to send out paper copies when requested. any amount is helpful! thanks!!!!
gofund.me/x26b2ag
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it's done!!!! check out the first issue of the contritions of the phoenix collective zine!
https://contritionsofthephoenixcollective.wordpress.com/2015/06/12/first-issue-of-contrtions-of-the-phoenix-collective-zine-is-done-and-ready/
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moving
all new content and some old content will be posted at
https://dancingmadnessofaferalgal.wordpress.com/
hope to see you there!
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https://dancingmadnessofaferalgal.wordpress.com/2015/05/12/why-here-why-now-what-the-hell-is-going-…
https://dancingmadnessofaferalgal.wordpress.com/2015/05/12/why-here-why-now-what-the-hell-is-going-on/
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it's time to drop out
it’s time to drop out
i have a moral defect
my radar is broken in all the wrong places
like a watch that loses 22.5 seconds randomly
i pass out trust and friendship and compassion
like the arrogant unremarkable drug guy
who got the ladies through lsd and blow
in the end he was alone despite his best attempts
everytime i try, i let them in, my heart snaps
they all want something:
she wants to feel superior, so give me…
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i seem to find you in the oddest places i thought you would be gone “a single drop of rain” as the sage sang i stood in the rain for years searching and there was no drop of you i looked in other places peacock feathers-that is a bit more your style i tried to find you south of albuquerque and in the little wichita river where your daddy died i looked for you in the cemetery i screamed your name…
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one too many slaps to the face
one too many slaps to the face
i might be broken…. i might have just done wrong who knows… the yelling the fighting the shaking it gets old decades and decades bucket-fulls of promises oceans full of lies i have been tumbling down the stairs head over heels heels over head dress flying up and no panties on the degradation of my sensibilities high power erosion to das über-ich & das es quite reminiscent of a study in theory…
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our day in photos...
our day in photos…
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