Everything All at Once by Oliver Baez Bendorf
we're not kids anymore.
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Everything All at Once by Oliver Baez Bendorf
the feminine urge to get rid of all your social media, buy a flip phone, and move to a farm
it won’t love you back
I think it's the fact that like...you were supposed to be our captain. you were the one who was supposed to break the curse. you were the one who was going to save us and you couldn't, and its not your fault but it hurts that you wanted to leave. we weren't good enough for you and we all knew it, but it still hurts that you knew it too.
:')
quit brainrot. unfollow trolls. read essays. go down rabbit holes. have a calendar. maintain a todo list. read old books. watch old movies. turn on dnd. walk with intent. eat without youtube. chew more. train without music. plan for 15 mins. execute. organize your desk. take something seriously. read ancient scripts. act fast. find bread. eat clean. journal. save a life. learn to code. read poetry. create art. stay composed. refine your speech. optimize for efficiency. act sincere. help people. be kind. stop doing things that waste your time. follow God. craft reputation. learn persuasion. systemize your day (or don’t). write. write. write. write more. iterate violently. leave your phone at home. walk to the grocery store. talk to strangers. feed the dogs. visit bookstores. look for 1800s novels. experience art. then love. sit with a homeless man and offer them lunch. don't gossip. embody virtue. sit alone. do something with your life. what do you want to create? turn off your mind. play. play a sport. combat sports. notice fonts in trees. fall in love. notice patterns on a table. visualize it. talk to people with respect. don't hate. be loving. be real. become yourself. cherrypick your qualities. discard the useless. rejections aren't permanent. invite what aligns. accept what does not. read great people. be different. choose different. do great work. let it consume you. lose your mind. value your time. experience life.
for someone who craves academic success more than anything i sure do waste a lot of time not studying
“The cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.”
— Unknown
I’m scared to death of forgetting, and I don’t want to hear that nonsense of “what’s meant to stay will remain.” The truth is, people forget critical and wonderful things every day. We forget wise, soothing words, or the way an old lover would say our name. We forget dreams—precious and singular dreams—maybe not their entire shape, but certainly enough to let them slowly slip to the side and then behind us as you walk on. We forget beauty, elation, kind words, and honest praise far before we forget hatred and embarrassment. We forget, or at least miss without understanding what exactly we are missing, old traits in friends and relatives. We forget, for long years at a time, old companions and animals who spent nights upon nights curled up in our embrace, in our tears, by hearty fires, and through the strain of growing up.
We certainly forget ourselves. We forget to comfort our minds with sweet words of assurance and encouragement. We forget the sight of our own eyes, lost in the simple touch-ups of applying makeup, or the frown of some self-described defect. Despite all of this looking, we forget to look past our own stare—into the complex that exists beyond their color.
We forget things we swore we never would, and this terrifies me. I feel cheated by it, and for all my nights of lying as still as I might, following thin threads in hope of new remembrance, I rarely come upon what I am looking for. So I write down as much as I dare.
I know the other side of this coin of remembering. I know there is such thing as too much. There is a peace, I am sure, in forgetting—but I feel better suited for the pain and joy that is sure to arise one day as I reread every detail and breath of my past, put to messy yet honest (mostly) words during the time it was most clear.
Send Your Name Around the Moon
Your name goes here. The Artemis II mission is launching in early 2026. You can sign up now to have your name aboard the Orion spacecraft when it flies around the Moon. All of the names will be recorded onto a memory card that will be stowed inside of the capsule. You can submit as many names as you want — including your friends or pets!
Don’t forget to download your boarding pass: go.nasa.gov/artemisnames
maybe growing up is just becoming who you were at 14 again but learning how to love her this time
and i noticed that my interests now are just the same things i was interested in back then !!
Then suddenly you’re left all alone // with your body that can’t love you // and your will that can’t save you. // But now, like a whispering in dark streets, // rumors of God run through your dark blood. - Ranier Maria Rilke
Crosby isn’t a kid anymore. He’s so, so much more. - Josh Yohe
everrything I touch (boring graphic design class assignments) turns to gold (hockey poetry collages)
saw on twitter (i refuse to call it *) that sidney crosby’s middle name is patrick????
There’s peace in not knowing. In releasing control. In trusting that what’s meant for you will always make its way home.
ok. enough suffering now. i am seeking out delight
Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.
Andrew Boyd