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e.e. cummings
the poem that made me fall in love with poetry at thirteen
by Morgan Jai
“Do it afraid” I do everything that way! I’d like to do it normal for once thanks!
Amphibian migration season is coming this spring. Remember to drive slow!
guys i’m so sorry to say this but exercising and indulging in hobbies rather than scrolling on your phone for 200 hours actually does improve your mood and overall mental health, this has deeply upset me more than anyone
Common loon By: Wayne Lankinen From: Getting to Know Nature's Children: Loons 1985
soup time. surely soup will heal what ails me
normalize not trying harder when someone makes you feel unwanted
normalise not proving your worth when someone can’t see it.
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i cannot stress enough how important it is to listen to yourself. pay attention to what your heart is telling you. deep down you always know what you need, but sometimes things can become clouded because of intense emotions or external forces, which is why it's important to look inside yourself and discover how you actually feel about things and why. we too often go directly against our internal wishes and it always leads us to the wrong places.
Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home
Jesse Dayan (Australian b.1982), Discussion at Alfred Nicholas Gardens, 2017, Oil on linen
i would like to hold on to everything
its gonna be nothing like you planned