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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Xuebing Du

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Not today Justin
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Keni
Cosimo Galluzzi
Claire Keane
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YOU ARE THE REASON
Today's Document
occasionally subtle
The Stonewall Inn

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Dancing Julio
Sometimes you don’t just miss a person. You miss a version of yourself.
The you who laughed more easily. The you who wasn’t so tired. The you who believed in things without overthinking them. It’s strange to grieve someone who still exists… but not in the same way.
Growing changes you. Hard days change you. Survival changes you. And sometimes you look in the mirror and wonder where that softer, lighter version of you went.
But here’s the gentle truth: they didn’t disappear. They grew with you.
Every version of you was doing the best they could with what they knew at the time. That carefree you? They carried hope. This current you? You carry strength, awareness, depth. You are not “worse.” You are different because you have lived.
It’s okay to miss who you used to be. Just don’t forget to honor who you are now. You are still becoming. And one day, you might look back at this version of you with tenderness too. 🤍
Deborah Corrigan in leather swimsuit
Carl Jung
“The tragedy of their lives brought them closer in an urgent way, made her obsessively protective of him, and made his demands on her absolute and undeniable. He did not hesitate to ask and she did not hesitate to give, and because he was so tender and in need of her, she loved him more for it and tried not to deny him any request. They both understood that their bond of grief and love would be everlasting.”
— Abdulrazak Gurnah, Gravel Heart
i want a soft connection. i want to be asked how my day went and if i need anything. i want forehead kisses. i want the back of my hand kissed at red lights. i want to be asked how i’m mentally feeling. i want to hold hands everywhere we go. i want romantic gestures. i want my hair played in at the most unexpected moments. i want silent eye connections that lead to smiles. i want to take random walks.
thierry mugler, ss82
“To find peace, sometimes you have to be willing to lose your connection with people, places and things that create all the noise in your life.”
— lieinlove
needed this rn :’)
“You can never really go back to the same waters. Not only are you no longer the same, but neither are the waters you left. The current has changed. The elements of nature have affected the stream. When you return, although it appears the same, it really is a different river and you are a different person. Therefore, you cannot cross the same river twice.”
— Alice Walker
Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping
Vinegar and Oil by Jane Hirshfield
Jonice Webb, Running on Empty: Overcome Your Childhood Emotional Neglect
Rebecca Solnit, The Faraway Nearby
i want to be loved gently. i want to be loved over a bowl of stew. i'm quieter, these days. i don't know that i ever really wanted a loud life anyway, but - i do get tired of being my own support structure. i get tired of having to paint myself brighter. i like the idea of holding someone else's brush. of letting them be my counterpoint, even if that takes trust. and yes; of course i have friends and family and loved ones.
but every once in a while, i think about how nice it would be to make two cups of coffee. i think about going to our local community theatre production just to support anybody on stage. i think about how i want to pack a cooler with little sandwiches cut into triangles and go on a day trip to somewhere new. to explore with somebody. to share that moment where something-is-new.
oh, my life is beautiful, i know that. but sometimes, in the quiet moments, the echo of what-is-gone comes back to me. i remember again the difference of being alone versus being lonely.
You need to understand the difference between someone who actually values you and someone who just wants access to your energy, feed off your intense emotions, and take advantage of your generosity.
❄️ Grooving 🕸️