I have a tumblr.

the quiet moments.

[dgag]

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Is this normal?

[apoemaday]

Yes

by William Stafford

It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. Or sunshine, love, salvation.

It could, you know. That’s why we wake and look out -- no guarantees in this life.

But some bonuses, like morning, like right now, like noon, like evening.

[dgag]

(It Goes Like)

Nanana.

[werenotreallystrangers]

the longer you avoid it the louder it gets

[dgag]

Sometimes breathing the same air has gotta be enough.

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[technological-existentialism]

[dgag]

I think I need to get offline a little more every day.

[dgag]

Will I get better? Or stay the same? I find I always move too slowly Can't lift a finger, can't change my mind.

[wormbus-art]

And the grass where you lay left a bed in your shape

[dgag]

[dgag]

14 years of this tumblr! How it feels looking back on all of the different characters in my life, all of the different versions of me.

[saying]

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In English, we say: "You don’t need to be in a relationship to be complete."

In poetry, we say: "I am not half a heart waiting to be found— I am whole, even before love arrives." lettersofannawin [10.04.25]

[dgag]

“Less kiki, more bouba”

[apoemaday]

You Are Tired (I Think)

by E.E. Cummings

You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I.

Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away  — (Only you and I, understand!)

You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and  — Just tired. So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart  — Open to me! For I will show you the places Nobody knows, And, if you like, The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me! I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon, That floats forever and a day; I’ll sing you the jacinth song Of the probable stars; I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream, Until I find the Only Flower, Which shall keep (I think) your little heart While the moon comes out of the sea.

[dgag]

What’s the point?

⇘

What was ever the point?

[dailykafka]

— January 20, 1922 | Franz Kafka diaries