Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings
[ Text ID: Some wounds never vanish. Yet little by little I learned to love my life. ]

oozey mess
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Kiana Khansmith

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todays bird

Love Begins
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Cosmic Funnies
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noise dept.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
NASA
trying on a metaphor

if i look back, i am lost
Not today Justin
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Misplaced Lens Cap

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Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings
[ Text ID: Some wounds never vanish. Yet little by little I learned to love my life. ]
can't say that 2023 was my favorite
I spent 2022 head over heals very in love w a girl who didn’t love me back but dated me anyway and I spent all of 2023 mourning that relationship and now it’s 2024 (in reality it’s more complex than that but the tldr was yeah a bitch cried all year) (it’s me I’m the bitch who cried all year)
My love is a dog from Hell, Julia Soboleva
Yours truly
So, I’ve just read the new chapter of this fic that I love and I’ve been bawling my eyes out. The non-linear process of healing and learning how to accept love even if you don’t feel deserving of it hits so close to home.
7th poem is from @halfof-mysoul !
last year— around this time, I was in love with a girl and I was sad about my dad. I can’t say much has changed but I want to die a lot less than I used to so that’s something.
https://twitter.com/onlyyagirl_
oh cool it's decemeber! *grieves & grieves & grieves & grieves &*
Suspiria (2018)
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Kyungjun Lee
to stand with palestine, is to stand with humanity.
It’s cold and it’s sunny and I’m going to live.
“The shortest day of the year is not nearly short enough”
born to love forced to grieve