nics

"i remember that life can only go so far, like mayonnaise— it toughens to consistency when beaten, but when allowed to be it breaks." - mayonnaise, j. neil garcia

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Des vu

…the awareness that this moment will become a memory

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Ursula K. Le Guin on Anger

“Anger continued on past its usefulness becomes unjust, then dangerous… It fuels not positive activism but regression, obsession, vengeance,

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[dr4gme]

About wocwog HJ. I love him. He's so raw, and there's so much pain and rage.

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[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “Even If”, Instructions for Traveling West

[weltenwellen]

Warsan Shire, from “Backwards”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

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chongqing street, zhongzheng district, taipei, taiwan.

may 2025

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Mario Vargas Llosa Defends Great Literature

There's been a premature obituary for the book.

rest in power.

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kinkaku-ji, kyoto, japan

november 2024.

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tam cốc – bích dộng, ninh binh, vietnam

september 2024.

[engulfes]

Ada Limón on Preparing the Body for a Reopened World

[petaltexturedskies]

There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

Virginia Woolf

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[firstfullmoon]

“Love will teach you many things, most of them tragic—”

— Traci Brimhall, from “Lullaby on Mount Moriah,” Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod (via lifeinpoetry)