Barbara Kingsolver from Demon Copperhead (2022)

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Barbara Kingsolver from Demon Copperhead (2022)
people will say “they’re only friends” and then show me two people who would crawl through broken glass to hear the other laugh once. two people who have memorized each other’s coffee orders, fears, childhood stories, and emergency contacts. two people who would haunt each other’s houses as ghosts. be serious.
Just an FYI—the original intention of this post was to challenge the way people say only friends, as though friendship is somehow lesser than other forms of love. As if being deeply known, cherished, and chosen by another person could ever be a small thing. Normalize profound platonic love. Some of the most fulfilling, transformative, and enduring relationships we will ever have are friendships. 🫶🏼
”‘Just’ friendship? A poor modifier for so high and honorable a state.”
you can enter the most hyper-specific search terms into this website and it will literally always return kpop gif sets, sims mods, and second person imagine fan fiction about a piece of media you’ve never heard of in your fucking life
Must not pick that scab off. It will not in fact get rid of the scab and just create a different scab. The scab is not done cooking yet. I am completely normal about scabs. <-gripping the edges of his chair so tightly the wood is starting to crack
Me, tears streaming down my face, sobbing, as I stare at the stars: it’s just so beautiful
The medieval peasant I went back in time to give a bag of Doritos to, concerned: what terrible and powerful sorcerers they must have in your age, to be able to veil the vault of heaven itself from view, as you say
Me, sniffling: I didn’t realize, I can’t, it’s so much, I, I… are the chips good, at least?
Medieval peasant, trying to make me feel better: they’re… magical, strange traveler
Me: *rekindling my old special interest in the Titanic* Me: Man, I remember there was this super old Titanic adventure game for PC, but I cannot remember the title for the life of me. Titanic Honor & Glory Demo 3: Pspsps, it's called "Titanic: Adventure Out of Time". ;-) Steam: Oh, and did you know it's on Steam and currently on sale for UNDER ONE EURO? Me: WHAT?! My conscience: NO!!! No! You have like, 5 unfinished projects. You need to sit down and finish those up. Are you even listening?! Don't you-- Me: Hahaha, Titanic go BRRR!
Le Banquet, 1957 and 1958
by René Magritte
A person raised in love and another raised in survival, will never see the world the same way.
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Joe Hall
L. V., excerpts from the afterword
Mary Oliver, from On Meditating, Sort Of
Salma Deera, from a poem titled "War and Words," featured in Letters from Medea: Poems
Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993
Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993