I am not the same person I was one menstruation cycle ago

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I am not the same person I was one menstruation cycle ago
I built a wall with a door in it. The door is not locked, just terribly heavy. From my side, I watch your shadow pass, and my hand floats up—a pale, quiet flag— to trace the shape of you on the stone. Come closer, I think, until you do. Then the air changes. A old, cold alarm sounds in my bones. This warmth you bring is a language I've forgotten how to speak. My smile stiffens. My words retreat. Please stay, but also, please go now. I dream of a bridge, sturdy and wide, but when I try to cross, I find myself sawing at the planks, one by one, marveling at the splash they make in the chasm below. It’s not you. It’s the echo after you, the terrible silence I know too well. So I live in the in-between, in the draft of the door I cannot open or shut. Loving you from a distance that feels like safety, hating the distance that feels like a cage. A creature of want, and a creature of flight, forever circling a fire I lit myself. Overcome FA Tendencies with This Workbook
I still love this website so much because it feels like the last connection we have to an internet that doesn’t exist anymore like I can come on here and scroll through posts that are literally just funny or beautiful or interesting with no intention to sell me something or influence me we are all just here for a laugh. Nothing is just for laughs anymore EXCEPT tumblr dot com
Oh I see... you think this has nothing to do with you? And you select, I don't know, that boho chic cowboy core getup for instance, because you're trying to tell the world that you're different and alternative. But what you don't know is that that style is not truly bohemian, its not Western, its Native American. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that it was Southwestern tribes who originated the "Western" silver & turquoise jewelry, and the rug patterns used for horse saddles. And I think it was the Plains and Woodlands tribes wasnt it? Who beaded their tanned hide jackets with florals and fringed edges & beaded the brims of their hats & added Eagle feathers. And Soon Navajo Saddle blankets started appearing in four major saddlery catalogues, then filtered down through the runway, to the department stores, then trickled on down to the tragic internet trend where you no doubt fished it out of some White owned store. However, that fashion represents millions of dollars and countless styles appropriated traditional Indigenous fashion, and its sort of comical how you think you've made a choice that exempts you from a legacy of colonialism when in fact, you're wearing a fashion that was selected for you by the Native people of Turtle Island.
crazy how I think I'm not brave enough to do some things and then I just go and get them done. and it's always like this
Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “An Octopus Has Three Whole Hearts”
Nighthawks by Edward Hopper | Night-time Solitude by Holly Warburton
That 40 min walk to nowhere particular Will save your life
it really is all about love i think. like that’s our whole purpose
man I love loving
it really is all about love i think. like that’s our whole purpose
I love sitting down in the evening and trying to decide what activity I should do to unwind and then realizing an hour later that I have neither done an activity nor unwound
me as soon as I step out to eat: "when I'll go back to my room alrdy"
Sometimes killing myself doesn't feel like enough. Sometimes I think I need to be erased from history
— Georgia O'Keeffe
two types of people
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