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"He was tired, he was so tired. It was taking so much energy to hold the beasts off. He sometimes had an image of himself surrendering to them, and they would cover him with their claws and beaks and talons and peck and pinch and pluck away at him until he was nothing, and he would let them."

— Hanya Yanagihara, A little life

#a little life #hanya yanagihara #jude st francis #willem ragnarsson #harold #deadacademics #dead poets society #it's scary how much relatable this book is at times

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Anne Sexton, from Complete Poems (1928-1974) first published 1981

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Margaret Atwood, from an essay featured in "In Other Worlds," originally published in 2011

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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

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airpods are literally such a massive downgrade like remember when headphones cost £2 didn’t need charging didn’t randomly disconnect and didn’t get lost all the time. remember when tech kinda worked for kinda cheap

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remember when phones just fucking had headphone jacks

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And if at the end of healing there is nothing?

— Brenda Hillman, from "the cave," Loose Sugar

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the BONK meets the CLANKCLANKCLANKCLANKCLANKCLANK

THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT | Chapter 5: Return of the Mandalorian THE MANDALORIAN AND GROGU (2026)

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Hug!!! 💕

The movie was hella cute and fun, had my gripes with it but enjoyed myself despite them, and these sillies were everything, I love how there were parts with 0 human faces at times xP. Rotta and Grogu were such a fun duo 😭 and of course Din and Grogu are everything.

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Chord.

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The Poet Dreams of the Mountain

by Mary Oliver

Sometimes I grow weary of the days, with all their fits and starts. I want to climb some old gray mountain, slowly, taking the rest of my lifetime to do it, resting often, sleeping under the pines or, above them, on the unclothed rocks. I want to see how many stars are still in the sky that we have smothered for years now, a century at least. I want to look back at everything, forgiving it all, and peaceful, knowing the last thing there is to know. All that urgency! Not what the earth is about! How silent the trees, their poetry being of themselves only. I want to take slow steps, and think appropriate thoughts. In ten thousand years, maybe, a piece of the mountain will fall.