Jules of Nature
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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if i look back, i am lost
i don't do bad sauce passes
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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@fraere
it's a new day + the sun rose + you're alive + you're alive + you're alive + your heart is beating + you're breathing + you're alive
yea honestly if anyone wants to get to know me better i'll just tell them to read Ink Exchange.
Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Hasan Javadi & Susan Sallée, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; "Green Illusion"
[Text ID: "the moon's magic"]
The darkness of fall comes closer as we hunt for the fairy light
Posting here as YouTube nixed it: an edit to Lana Del Rey’s Party Girl (St TROPEZ)
Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre”
“I’ll go to bed, forget myself in sleep.”
— The Master and Margarita
“Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody completely out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly” The Virgin Suicides
The robin is the one That interrupts the morn With hurried, few, express reports When March is scarcely on.
Emily Dickinson, The robin is the one
charles dickens, from 'great expectations'
Stop normalizing the grind and start normalizing whatever this is
― E.M. Forster, Howards End
Charmaine J Forde
Dylan Thomas, Poem in October
Leif Enger, Peace Like a River
Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop
Anne Sexton
Sarah Guillory, Reclaimed
The feminine urge to ramble like a lunatic about your favourite books to every pair of ears you come across while simultaneously gatekeeping because that is the reason you were able to function that one week and your personality stems entirely from it
the rain knows all my secrets