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dark green is a nice color. underrated

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glowcowboy

being a person is so weird bc i’ll be like “i wish my brain was kinder to me esp when i’m already having a hard time,” and then i remember that i’m my brain and i have to be kinder to me and that nobody else will do it for me

Crazy what turning anon message off will do to a mf’s confidence. Where was that boldness, sis?

toothachebench

on Survival and Hope

Grant Howitt, Franz Kafka, Walt Whitman, Bruce Springsteen, Susan Sontag, Melina Marchetta, @seravph , Mary Oliver, Keaton Henson

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Somewhere there, beyond those blue hills, how far? An open door, and a small house big enough to hold all this spinning earth; a chair to rock away the years, and an old broom in the corner to sweep away winter.

John Crowley, Little, Big

Joseph is perfect for me. That is all, thank you

Wait who?

zYou are so perfect, what is your secret?

Thank you 🥹

I love you mommy

I luv u

You are so gorgeous! WHat do you think about the most?

Whatever my current hobby fixation is

Why you smile like that with your tongue between your teeth? Better yet why you keep your mouth gaping open like a fish in pics lolol

are u good?!?! Why u harboring all this intense neg energy

I#

#me

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Personhood

I am not a person, I am a phenomenon.

I am the in-between, the blind spots, the blue hour, the creature crawling betwixt dream and morning, deep down your déjà-vu, the delicious cracks in reality at the backrooms of your tea party

(we do not speak about them)

I am the words dying on the tip of your tongue about a pain that has no name and the anger not articulated; dandelion seeds that never reached the ground, the corpses of the troubled never buried

(they became someone who could be understood)

the prism that breaks the light of a runner´s smile and the legs of a widow never kissed; children´s paintings rotting in the attic

(not pretty enough for the refrigerator door)

When was I ever truly human?

I am the laboratory rat that pushes and keeps pushing the goddamn button

so go on

give me a number

for my beauty, my pain, the intensity of my depression

(moderate to severe)

(I chew them and spit them and choke on them, I cough for breath)

I am the vermins that your exterminator couldn´t kill

traces of blood in my throat