Mary Ruefle, ‘The Tenor of Your Yes’
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Xuebing Du
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Kaledo Art
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
occasionally subtle
Claire Keane

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shark vs the universe

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we're not kids anymore.
NASA
noise dept.
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Mary Ruefle, ‘The Tenor of Your Yes’
the shape of a girl, joan macleod
Sachsen, Germany | _marcelsiebert
I’m here for treats and world domination
I love sleep, but I can’t sleep.
Steve Seeley. Upper bankhead, 2013
Brianna Weist ~ Instagram
The opposite of a haunting is something very lonely.
(by @heavensghost)
you will never get what you deserve if you stay with what you tolerate.
— alhwrites
A letter I'll never send
You'll never know how you set my stage.
One blow at a time, slamming each brick into place.
A wall that only grows thicker rather than taller.
A wall I can just see over; I see connections and opportunity.
Connections and opportunity I'm not good enough to make.
According to you.
Being a kid is oh so critical.
Your steady hand.
My shaken sense of worth.
You'll never know how I haven't recovered.
You'll never know my bitterness for you.
But it's as they say;
Holding a grudge is as swallowing a poison and expecting the other to keel over.
But I can't help it.
My life is slowed up by thought and the need to understand what I am living.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931–1934 (via freelance-philosopher)
The spiritual differs from the religious in being able to endure isolation. The rank of a spiritual person is proportionate to his strength for enduring isolation, whereas we religious people are constantly in need of ‘the others,’ the herd. We religious folks die, or despair, if we are not reassured by being in the assembly, of the same opinion as the congregation, and so on.
Søren Kierkegaard (via freelance-philosopher)