I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever known and loved and touched and I find fragments of them in my playlists and how I make my tea. we may not know each other any more but we will stay connected like this. I hope a fragment of me is with you too.

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Love Begins
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever known and loved and touched and I find fragments of them in my playlists and how I make my tea. we may not know each other any more but we will stay connected like this. I hope a fragment of me is with you too.
i think being able to identify and deconstruct an irrational feeling should make it go away. i literally solved your riddle puzzle master can u let me OUT the damn TORTURE LABYRINTH
EXACTLY!!! Like!! This time I KNOW the answer to the riddle and even know the guy at the gate telling me the riddle BY FULL LEGAL NAME!! most people don't even know the riddle tellers name but I DO !!!! SO GET ME OUT OF HERE
WE HAVE ENOUGH DEAD FRIENDS by lena oleanderson [ID in ALT.]
call me fucking out
the worst thing about house of leaves is how Stupid I look reading it in public lmao. yes I know Iām holding the book upside down and turning it in circles
tma au where the recent burst of weight loss drugs like ozempic is an attempted flesh ritual
I love when a meme gets so many steps away from its source material that it would be completely incomprehensible if I didn't know what today's date was
happy birthday gromit
itās february 12th happy birthday gromit!!
Made a mouthwashing animation yayyy
I should be allowed to just say āI adore youā and āI love youā and āI want to keep you in my life for as long as possibleā to my friends whenever I want without it being overbearing. Iām thinking it lovingly at people. Iām beaming my overwhelming affection into my friends via undetectable radio waves
I see a lot of people talk about accepting the ultimate truth -- people die one day, and sometimes, they are our loved ones. And I see people who continue to ask the reason why we fear losing someone if we know that death is inevitable. Now that I think about it, I don't think it's necessarily the fear. It's the burden of stories we share with someone that we have to carry alone after them. Carrying memories for two can be heavy, and sometimes, they can make you lonely. I think it's the unpreparedness to take such a weighted responsibility that scare people.
Sabina Yesmin
One of my favourite bits of media history trivia is that back in the Elizabethan period, people used to publish unauthorised copies of plays by sending someone who was good with shorthand to discretely write down all of the play's dialogue while they watched it, then reconstructing the play by combining those notes with audience interviews to recover the stage directions; in some cases, these unauthorised copies are the only record of a given play that survives to the present day. It's one of my favourites for two reasons:
It demonstrates that piracy has always lay at the heart of media preservation; and
Imagine being the 1603 equivalent of the guy with the cell phone camera in the movie theatre, furtively scribbling down notes in a little book and hoping Shakespeare himself doesn't catch you.
Then I met you and unavoidably you were special.
Anne Sexton, from āA Self-Portrait in Lettersā ā ā W. D. Snodgrass, 31st August 1958
my ability to be scared despite literally nothing happening knows no bounds
at least thereās fucking friends. at least thereās people who love you in this godforsaken world
FRAGILE
When I was little you wrapped me in bubble wrap and placed fragile labels all over me.
Every step came with a warning that if I went too far I would be lost forever.
Now I'm 20 and can barely leave my room cause every step comes with an ever growing fear,
And I know you wanted to keep me safe and your intention wasn't to fill me with fear of the unknown.
But with every lecture about being an adult now
I feel like yelling out about how it was you that made me in to this mess