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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
EXPECTATIONS
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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@seaoflove
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You don't know how much i love you, reading everything you write makes me want to live more, breath more, feel more and most importantly cherish whatever I have. You said something about the difference in being touched or moved. I'm definitely moved. I love u so much!!!!!!!!!!!
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I forgot the name of your blog when I remade a year-and-a-half or so back and ive been looking for it since (I only remembered that your pfp was a letter) bc I remember really enjoying the poetry and posts that you make. im very excited that ive rediscovered this blog again. that was all, have a very nice day
hello :-) after three years. glad to have u and me back
Franny Choi, The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On
jstor and mubi end of summer vibes
Caleb Hahne Quintana (Mexican-American, 1993) - Brushing My Mother's Hair (2022)
â Joe Moran, âWhy you should read this article slowlyâ in The Guardian
every three weeks on the dot the voice of frank ohara comes into my head and he read me that line from having a coke with you in his 60s new york accent: and what good does all the research of the impressionists do them / when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
âŠâŠ and i loose it all over again
oh my god. most of life really is about the little things. a good haircut, a nice playlist, trying a new recipe that turns out well, a poem that hits home, a comfortable spot in the sun, spontaneous messages, a pen you enjoy writing with, tea with the right temperature to drink, buying that thing youâve been eyeing for a while, a warm bed. yeah. im so grateful for the little enjoyments
Early morning at the orchard.
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time. A schedule is a mock-up of reason and orderâwilled, faked, and so brought into being; it is a peace and a haven set into the wreck of time; it is a lifeboat on which you find yourself, decades later, still living.
Annie Dillard, The Writing Life
best friend, salman toor
Robert Wood Lynn, âAftermathâ
from a love letter to you
regarding the röttgen pietà , elle emerson
the lives they lived: jeff buckley; his father's son
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