The Bowery Presents

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Noah Kahan
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Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Interview Vampire Daily

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Cosmic Funnies

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May Sarton, The Poetry of May Sarton
this is what best friends are for.
It doesn’t happen like that. You don’t just wake up one day and find that everything has worked itself out. You must get out of bed, morning after morning, and make a conscious effort to control the circumstances of that given day. You must learn to handle your issues with grace because you respect what they are attempting to teach you. You must drown your insecurities slowly, one self-realization at a time. You must allow yourself to feel the fear bubbling just beneath your skin but you must never allow it the satisfaction of crippling you; grit your teeth and march on. You see, they never tell you how hard these things will be. This fight to reclaim yourself is not easy or straightforward but, my god, is it necessary.
If I could leave I would have already left
shilo niziolek in the broad river reveiw/lorine niedecker/unknown/ @sentientsky/paul revere - noah kahan
“Even winter, the hardest season, the most implacable, dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself.”
― Clive Barker
— Sylvia Plath, from The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956 (via lunamonchtuna)
when you grow older you will understand more and more why you can't sit and stare at your wounds forever
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice
Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993
ITS NOT HOPELESS ITS JUST JANUARY.