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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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we're not kids anymore.
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Product Placement
One Nice Bug Per Day
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things from sappho to call your girlfriend
ἀστέρων πάντων ὀ κάλλιστος (of all the stars, the fairest)
πόλυ πάκτιδος ἀδυμελεστέρα, χρύσω χρυσοτέρα (far sweeter-sounding than the lyre, far more golden than gold)
τὰν ἰόκολπον (violet-tressed, one with violets in her lap)
ὦ κάλα, ὦ χαρίεσσα κόρα (o beautiful, graceful girl)
ἦρος ἄγγελος ἰμερόφωνος ἀήδων (nightingale, sweet-voiced messenger of spring)
you told your toddler not to be rude and so now he is developing an incredible skill with sick fucking burns
omg…but the last one with pinching fingers together and ‘this much delicious’ is fucking excellent
i am using this from now on
WHERE is that poem about that person learning all about their partners hyperfixation before getting dumped the last line is like "love is a stack of books on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end" I need it to feel whole help me please
NYT Tiny Love Stories, 2/11/2020
A Bookmark Near the End
He loves history. He wanted to write a biography of John Quincy Adams. I, shamefully, knew almost nothing about John Quincy Adams, so I went online and bought every biography of him I could find. One day, he called me, claiming that we wouldn’t work out long term. He said he loved me but that we had different interests. “What does love mean to you?” I said. “That’s an impossible question,” he replied. I, however, find love to be quite simple. Love is the stack of biographies on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end. — Julia Nicole Camp
how am I supposed to stay sane after reading this smh
“Range Life” by Jordan Bolton
Part of Scenes from Imagined Films Issue #1, available on Etsy
of course love exists that’s why matt berninger from the national wrote “i wanna hurry home to you, put on a slow dumb show for you, and crack you up" and then “you know i dreamed about you for 29 years before i saw you, i missed you for 29 years”
English added by me :)
Thinking about how my mom tried to “seduce” my dad when they were in college together by sneaking oranges into his backpack, because she grew up food insecure and feeding someone/sharing food was a big deal with her upbringing with a lot of emotional meaning–
and meanwhile my poor dad is just convinced that he’s been haunted by some citrus poltergeist because why the fuck are there always oranges in his bag he swears he did not put there???
Riley Samels on Instagram / Etsy
Genuinely convinced that my husband and I just don’t have the object permanence to be jealous.
When I’m out until midnight he’s not like “I bet she’s getting hit on by other guys” he’s like “heehee viddy games, hoohoo painting”
And then when I do come back it’s like “:D oh shit I forgot you existed but im glad you reminded me.”
My husband, arriving home and seeing me: :D oh nice I have a wife
Me when my husband arrives home and I see him: :D oh nice I have a husband
Yeah we are just a couple of golden retrievers that lay on the couch and heave a heavy sigh and then see each other and go absolutely wiggly bonkers
@the2headedcalf / On Love, Alain de Botton / @tilthat / Céline Sciamma / Twitter: Nightshiftmp3 / Twitter: Thepartypope / Portrait of a Lady on Fire / The Clean House, Sarah Ruhl
James Baldwin, If Beale Street Could Talk
Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1923–1927
