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we're not kids anymore.
d e v o n
YOU ARE THE REASON
Today's Document
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macklin celebrini has autism
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Hands holding flowers by @subwayhands on Instagram
Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1969
Acrylic on wove paper
50 ¼ x 42 ¼ in. (127.5 x 107.2 cm)
Estate/Inventory Number2106.69
Collection of Kate Rothko Prizel. © Kate Rothko Prizel and Christopher Rothko
NGA
i want to be loved gently. i want to be loved over a bowl of stew. i'm quieter, these days. i don't know that i ever really wanted a loud life anyway, but - i do get tired of being my own support structure. i get tired of having to paint myself brighter. i like the idea of holding someone else's brush. of letting them be my counterpoint, even if that takes trust. and yes; of course i have friends and family and loved ones.
but every once in a while, i think about how nice it would be to make two cups of coffee. i think about going to our local community theatre production just to support anybody on stage. i think about how i want to pack a cooler with little sandwiches cut into triangles and go on a day trip to somewhere new. to explore with somebody. to share that moment where something-is-new.
oh, my life is beautiful, i know that. but sometimes, in the quiet moments, the echo of what-is-gone comes back to me. i remember again the difference of being alone versus being lonely.
Heyy, do you have instagram?
yeah, it's mateodelaluna_
Yoshitomo Nara: Red Kitty (1999)
by lea @ennuigrl
Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
baby girl your speech patterns make no sense. im in love with you
why don’t you kiss me beneath the milky twilight lead me out on the moonlit floor lift your open hand strike up the band and make the fireflies dance silver moon's sparkling so kiss me and maybe you’ll calm down
hi. are you alive?
Yes, still.
mari eastman, "untitled (consequences)," colored pencil on paper
*watches porn*
me: this intro is taking too long
*skips one minute*
*they eating ass*
me: now i gotta rewind because ive obviously missed a key element to the story