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To love life even when you have no stomach for it as they say!
Catherine Pierce
laundry at sunset
thinking about this oneĀ a lot these daysĀ
Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head, Warsan Shire
[Text ID: Iāll rewrite this whole life and this time thereāll be so much love, you wonāt be able to see beyond it. /End ID.]
ID: A youtube comment with 11 likes by Niceone, it says "I've lived 46 years without knowing this. How nice of life to save some of the best bites for later." End ID.
Normally, people tend to get frustrated, even jokingly, if they miss out on something. This comment was on a song from 1974 and it made me smile quite much. Simply appreciative. Like a dessert after dinner.
kinder than man, athea davis
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first read on @exitmusicfrafilmās post about 2023
[ID: hopper painting nighthawks positioned on a white wall so the stripe of sunlight that falls on it aligns perfectly with the lines of light in the painting's diner. end ID]
i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite
when the times get rough and I lose sight of the goal i just. rereadĀ āthe orangeā by wendy cope again & remember. thatās where Iām going folks. sooner or later, whatever it takes.
At lunchtime I bought a huge orangeā The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Daveā They got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange, it made me so happy, As ordinary things often do Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park. This is peace and contentment. Itās new.
The rest of the day was quite easy. I did all the jobs on my list And enjoyed them and had some time over. I love you. Iām glad I exist.
āĀ āThe Orange,ā Wendy Cope
amy aka spent gladiator 1 // the mountain goats (ig: jayetart)
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Vocabulary, Safia Elhillo