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meditations in an emergency monday. the two-headed calf tuesday. wild geese wednesday. the orange thursday. fall song friday. scheherazade saturday. song of the anti-sisyphus sunday.
always a delight to find out that a goofy person is actually also very sincere
the true duality of man is silly-earnest
we all are small particles holding very tightly together in a very large universe â§
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excerpt from âThe Book of Delightsâ by Ross Gay (transcript under the cut)Â
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Andrew Garfield on losing his mother, The Believer
I DONâT NEED THE WORLD TO SEE THAT IVE BEEN THE BEST I CAN BE
high and just ate a breahhtakingly crisp grape
not joking this is giving me the will to live another day. life's intoxicatingly full of many such little pleasures
âIt is August: the true ending of a year. Iâve grown sick from trying to love who I am.â
â Carlie Hoffman, from âHigh Bridge Park,â published in Gulf Stream
I loved you at lunch
when the coffee kicked in and you cut carrots into coins
for our salad, the satisfying, slow knocking of the dull knife against the cutting board while I pretended to read while I worshipped you from the sofa
â Solmaz Sharif, from âBreak-Up,â in Look: Poems
One time a friend told me that if she wanted to have a chill night she would come to me and ask for tea and a book to read. I didnât like tea at the time, but I always made sure my cupboards had them in case she needed a quiet night. One time I told my boss that I loved oranges, but couldnât peel them because of my nails. For a year he made sure to peel me one at least once a week. Once my friends gave me a made up superlative of âmost likely to have a pen they could borrowâ and ever since Iâve made sure I always carry a pen with me. A long time ago, my high school librarian told me that no one would care what my grade in my sophomore chemistry class was if Iâm bringing them doughnuts and asking them about their day.
Sometimes friendship is about carrying pens and peeling oranges. But the point is, surrounding yourself with people who you want to do the little things for. The point of it all is bringing in the doughnuts because youâve found the people who deserve the doughnuts.
And Iâm so fucking lucky, and I donât always say it or even think it. Because I have friends who send me letters and who told me when the cafeteria at work had chopped tomatoes and who want to watch Scream with me and it just hits me sometimes that this world can do the ugliest things to people, but as long as I still have a friend who will point out dogs on the sidewalks to me then I have something amazing to live for. And as long as I have pals who I want to make peppermint bark for, then I have a reason to keep pushing this world to be better.
i couldnât fix him i couldnât make him worse but i could peel his orange for him if he asked
mama who bore me
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gillian flynn âsharp objectsâ // âhereditaryâ (2018) // âflowers in the atticâ (2014) // mythological beauty âbig thiefâ // alex michaelides // @western-fence-lizard // https://www.bethanywebster.com/blog/mother-wound-healing/ // salma deera âletters from medeaâ // âthe witchâ (2015) // @filmnoirsbian // milan kundera
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As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (Jonas Mekas, 2000) //Â Four Friends, 2019 by Salman Toor (b. 1983) //Â abandonment (the pair), henri de toulouse-lautrec //Â A Summerâs Tale (1996) dir. Ăric Rohmer // this post
TFW you donât wanna go on a walk but youâll kys if you donât
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What I would give to eat lunch with my friends in school and peel the sticker off my fruit and put it on their clothes and say "you cost 60 cents" or "you're a pear." I miss that.