it's just me and wild geese by Mary Oliver against the world
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it's just me and wild geese by Mary Oliver against the world
i think it might be time to revive this account
my first favorite hobby is yapping. second is being extremely quiet and not talking ever at all ever.
sometimes all you need is to do is look at snoopy for a bit and everything will be okay afterwards
btw even if your pain is “your fault” that doesn’t mean you deserve it.
i walked my dog yesterday knowing it would hurt today and it does hurt!! a lot!! but that doesn’t mean i deserve to be in pain like i am.
sometimes we know shit is gonna hurt us and it does and it doesn’t mean we’re stupid or deserving of that hurt. the same is true if we don’t realize it at the time, but realize later that the pain we’re in is in some way “caused” by our actions. none of us deserve to be in pain, no matter what.
please try to cut yourself a bit of slack about this stuff. let yourself rest. take the painkillers. treat yourself gently. i promise you deserve it.
there’s something so admirable and poetic about girls on here who are obsessed with hockey men. like you took the sport with the least face visibility and most indiscriminate injuries by sharp hard objects and you thought this too is poetry. even blonde men with weird beards and no teeth can feel love
If you wanna know how I spend my free time, this is it:
june is about reading under the sun and smelling the roses and frolicking 💌💌💌
whatever. WHATEVER.
good morning to this tree by the riverside and this tree only
(müggelspree, germany)
"if i was orpheus i would simply not turn around" yes you would. if you were orpheus and you loved eurydice, you would. to love someone is to turn around. to love someone is to look at them. whichever version of the myth — he hears her stumble, he can't hear her at all, he thinks he's been tricked — he turns around because he loves her. that's why it's a tragedy. because he loves her enough to save her. because he loves her so much he can't save her. because he will always, always turn around. "if i was orpheus i would simply —" you wouldn't be orpheus. you wouldn't be brave enough to walk into the underworld and save the person you love. be serious
do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets
her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.
remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.
thank you, Marsha. we remember you.
jisoupy
you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.
what the fuck happened between these two frames. who hurt you snoopy i promise their end is near.