somewhere between try harder, and why bother
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Mike Driver
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
$LAYYYTER
EXPECTATIONS

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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The Stonewall Inn
Jules of Nature

#extradirty
todays bird

Love Begins

Product Placement

Origami Around
cherry valley forever
Stranger Things
The Bowery Presents

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@psych-evaluation
somewhere between try harder, and why bother
“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both sad and happy and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”
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I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to to the person holding it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead - you first,” “I like your hat.”
- Danusha Laméris, “Small Kindnesses"
Rupi Kaur
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when u used to be an overachiever but now ur barely running on enough energy to function and u dont know how to cope
racists are mad in the comments.
suddenly remembered this poem as i was making breakfast this morning & frantically googled “poem remembered to buy eggs?????????” & somehow managed to find it & it utterly knocked the wind out of me just as much as when i first read it
i love this. I watch it every now and then just to remind myself, some people may have different versions of a good day.
Garden in the rain.
please don’t forget about breonna taylor in all this. just because her death wasn’t caught on camera and thoughtlessly circulated doesn’t mean that her story is less important. black women’s lives matter.
Cottage garden by Georgianna Lane
Being mad at someone because you miss them is a real thing