
if i look back, i am lost
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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i will no longer be embarrassed i will no longer be a victim of insecurity i will no longer plague my mind with worries i exist i am allowed to exist i am allowed to take up space i will not let others dictate my experience i will live i will live i will live
Loving Vincent 2017 | dir. Dorota Kobiela & Hugh Welchman
my singing voice is good for showers and mornings in the kitchen and drunken nights and lullabies for babies who need sleep and im okay with this
i think it’s silly to be ashamed of your art because it’s not in a museum and of your voice because it’s not selling out stadiums. there will always be people who enjoy and appreciate what you can do.
Idk why but this hit me really hard and I’ve been staring at it for a couple minutes.
You know that Ada Limón poem where she’s like “i can’t help it i love the way men love”? my dad recently confessed to me that he became a shoemaker because they buried my grandma shoeless
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Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds - Ada Limón
"Gham se ab ghabrana kaisa? Gham sau baar mila."
"After all, how can I be concerned by sadness? I have met sadness a hundred times."
- Sahir L.
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Moon (Jan. 12, 2023)
*Tyler Jospeh voice* 'Excuse me, could you please leave?'
how do you just get up and deal with the fact that there’s a last time for everything. there was a last time you sat on your dads shoulders and there was a last time your mom tucked you into bed. there’s going to be a last time you kiss your sister on the head and there’s going to be a last time you hug your best friend. there’s going to be a last time you feel exactly as you feel right now and there’s going to be a last time that person says i love you. i need to lay down
Iain Thomas, The Light That Shines When Things End
holding bait out and going ‘pspspspspsps’ to lure a pretty boy out to kiss
“Oh, you know, you realize that grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. And I think, you know, this is the last act of loving someone. And you realize that it will never end. You get to do this, to translate this last act of love for the rest of your life. And so, you know, it's– really, her absence is felt every day.
“And ever since I lost her, I felt that my life has been lived in only two days, if that makes any sense. You know, there's the today, where she is not here, and then the vast and endless yesterday where she was, even though it's been three years since. How many months and days? But I only see it in — with one demarcation. Two days — today without my mother, and yesterday, when she was alive. That's all I see. That's how I see my life now.”
-Ocean Vuong, NPR
Today, I feel I need to go. Today has nothing for me.
cant wait for when i become a real person
It's this day, this day of incessant rain falling down mercilessly onto the belt of my pain, in waves of fury and pattering curses, today it falls with the thunder of my bleeding soul, today it's loud- today it's too loud.
today, the sky is veiled in black. in black, grey, blue, a single white cloud, now gone. today, the sky feels like it's going to start over the creation of this world, today it sounds like it aims to end. today, the sky is me.
today, the drops split into ten more on my face. today, i run- i do what i do not want to. today, i want to escape. today, yet again, i escape.
the sound is pleasant. today, i feel scared, with how the thunder silences in seconds but continues in my head. today, the wild, raucous drizzle matches the beat of my heart. today, the rain asks me to cry.
water wells up.
it's too high, i do not know how long it'll take to recede. today, i hope it does not.
no one is around.
everyone is inside. everyone is hiding. everyone knows the rain now. everyone knows that it pours. not everyone has seen the rain this way before- but they say they know. they must know. they are waiting for the waters to dry. they know. they know they will dry.
i hide the floods again.
it's cold.
it's too cold. for me, for them. it's the whisper of the winters, they say. it's the song of the coming months. it's a declaration.
it's a warning.
the rains have stopped.
the sun is not out. the skies are as dark. the precipitation lingers just above the head. the air is heavy. the sound waits to be heard. it has stopped raining, they say.
i stay inside. i keep the well from overflowing. i try to tell them everything's okay. they agree before i speak.
today, the rain has ceased.