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[postcardaday]

View of Oyster Bay (detail), c. 1908 Tiffany Studios, New York

[thoughtkick]

“Until you get comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you are choosing someone out of love or loneliness.”

— Mandy Hale

[vivalasigh]

Jericho Brown, "To Be Asked for a Kiss"

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

hamlet’s “i did love you once” and ophelia’s “indeed, my lord, you did make me believe so” is such an underrated gut punch. it’s betrayal it’s heartbreak it’s vulnerability it’s so over. truly no one is doing it like shakespeare

[quotespile]

“And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.”

— Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum

[raghdaamhmd]

*My ocd badmouthing someone I love in my head*

Me: who the hell said that bc it sure as shit ain’t me!!!

[raghdaamhmd]

Iron deficiency so bad if I take an extra shot of espresso, I start vibrating like a blender.

[raghdaamhmd]

It takes far more strength to act with kindness instead of cruelty and honey, I am Hercules!

[raghdaamhmd]

“Channel your hate into smth useful” It is useful, I’m preparing to power the sun

[freakasaurus-rex]

"google ai" "spotify ai dj" "ai assistant" "enhanced by ai" what if i just start beating people over the head with a rock

[gojoidyll]

even worse when the second part isn't a recommended post after you finish reading the first

[funeral]

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless 

[metamorphesque]

— Anaïs Nin, Henry and June

[madgirlscosm-deactivated2025051]

(excerpted from Leila Chatti's poem: "Tea", published in Missouri Review)

[raghdaamhmd]

I love coffee but not in a sophisticated “I taste notes of berries” way but more like an addict begging for the last drop of a burnt cockroach brew

[metamorphesque]

— Yū Miri, Tokyo Ueno Station

[ceejoules]

not writing, not not writing, but a secret third thing

[lady-grace-pens]

letting my stories spin around my head like a microwave