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One Nice Bug Per Day
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Not today Justin
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Today's Document
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@doublesingularity
Charles Bukowski, "hurry slowly," from Come On In!
[ Text ID: the seats are empty. the theatre is dark. why do you keep acting? ]
Iain Reid, I'm Thinking of Ending Things
it’s quiet here
May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
[text: Life comes in clusters, clusters of solitude, then a cluster when there is hardly time to breathe.]
“You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it. Doesn’t it sound lovely beyond belief?”
— Ernest Hemingway
“Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry.”
— Muriel Rukeyser
reminiscing on the webb telescope photos
“forgive all the versions of yourself that operated out of fear instead of growth, the ones that viewed comfort zones as safe havens and abandoned boundaries to keep other people happy, forgive all the versions of yourself that didn’t know that love begins with how you treat you.”
— iambrillyant
i want to be a sweet and friendly girl but there’s all this anxiety. and the horrors
and rage
yeah and also the rage
we are never running out of blessings. someone else receiving theirs before you doesn’t mean yours are not coming.
everything u need to know about me can actually be explained by the fact that i read that poem about the serving girl wearing the pearls so they're warm for her mistress when i was like 11 and it rewrote my brain chemistry forever
like this Changed Me
poetry is a fundamental food group if you dont read a decent poem once or twice a month you get soul anemic bone tired and all that
Love is near.