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the ladies’ home journal, sept 1948
Not today Justin

roma★
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i don't do bad sauce passes

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taylor price

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trying on a metaphor

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Misplaced Lens Cap

blake kathryn
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Xuebing Du
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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the ladies’ home journal, sept 1948
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joy sullivan
anxious attachment hiding under 9 layers of avoidance
you don't just marry a person. you marry their ecosystem. their food. the temperature of their house. their sleep schedule. their friends.their family. their way of moving through the world
We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit because what was native was stolen from us, the love of Black women for each other. But we can practice being gentle with each other by being gentle with that piece of ourselves that is hardest to hold, by giving more to the brave bruised girlchild within each of us, by expecting a little less from her gargantuan efforts to excel. We can love her in the light as well as in the darkness, quiet her frenzy towards perfection and encourage her attentions towards fulfillment... As we arm ourselves with ourselves and each other, we can stand toe to toe inside that rigorous loving and begin to speak the impossible—or what has always seemed like the impossible—to one another. The first step towards genuine change. Eventually, if we speak the truth to each other, it will become unavoidable to ourselves.
Audre Lorde, "Eye to Eye," Sister Outsider
“Do you think that spring is just behind the door? I don’t know. There is something scary in the air, the acceleration of invisible things”
— Etel Adnan, Paris, When It’s Naked
Ariel Day, from a poem titled "Games," featured in Black Roses: Poems about Love, Heartbreak, Mental Health, Self Love
Izzy Ravas, from her novel titled Disarm: A Forbidden Romance (What We Don't Say,)
i am so easily impressed by trees
Jean Renoir - The Lower Depths (1936)
Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.
Nora Ephron
Franz Wright