Misplaced Lens Cap

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Jules of Nature

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Peter Solarz

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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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will byers stan first human second
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

if i look back, i am lost
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Glorifying the American Girl (1929)
Marilyn 💋 Monroe
Milk and honey.
Fuck you
I ripped the band aid.
I didn’t run back.
Instead i ran towards the sun
and the seas, looking up at the sky, wide eyed and wild eyed
blissfully unaware of all the promises I’m stepping on as i ran
so that i may remember what it feels like to be free
and as i ran towards myself, a self that i was yet to find
i looked back
only when i was far enough to know i wouldn’t change my direction and return
with my head hanging low
i saw, so clearly,
what a fucking asshole you are.
what a con.
that i was just a variable in an experiment you were conducting to massage your megalomania.
and i gave myself to you, completely.
i tried. and i meant what i said.
and you broke me.
you choked me.
but i breathe better now.
the air is sweeter now.
i just have one promise left to break
that ill always love you
but the hammers in my hand and I’m pounding away.
Lucienne Bloch, Frida Winking, 1933
“There was no grand plan, I just saw you and I knew we had to make it.”
—
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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UnFuck Me
I have this vision of me
Laughing and dancing
With reckless abandon
And it haunts me like a memory that I didn’t hold onto
One that’s fading
And only on days that my own delusional suffering gets too unbearable
Can I hear faint echos of my laughter
Visions of the sun kissing my skin and glinting in my eye
Mirages of me moving faster than the wind while it tries to catch up with me
Feeling soft petals of delicate flowers on the tips of my virgin fingers
Looking up at The sky with uncorrupted and unpolluted hope
Hope that isn’t penetrated by the cynicism of reality
By the cynicism of you
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