Good Times,Good Vibes

"As you walk and eat and travel,be where you are. Otherwise you will miss most of your life." Leo Sun | Capricorn Moon | Pisces Rising

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☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★gloomy daze☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

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mental illness made me so desperate for joy that i forgot it was this simple… feeling the ocean against your skin… a really good guitar riff… sun on your back… holding the door for a stranger… a cold shower on a hot day…….. the world is like a cradle and i am just a little baby. eyes wide open there is so much to see

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Moment of silence for Panic! At the Disco I guess

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By Fall Out Boy

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How does it feel to be the funniest person on my dash today

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Open bedroom window (Paris, France) by JOHN TOWNER

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Lilac

By CarbonLifef0rm

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by Petr Kosykh

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i am going to check the despair. i am on this earth to read the poems my friends write and to fall in love w songs i hear through those i love and listen to my siblings thunderclap of wild laughter from the other room and crunch frost-bitten grass beneath my feet and watch pigeons jauntily flocking in and out of derelict windows and count dust motes in a shaft of early morning light in midwinter and and and and and. goodnight.

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and ugly cry while chopping onions, and peel the stickers off of fruit to stick them on my brother when he isnt looking, and marvel at toddlers in their oversized coats, and wake up to go to the bathroom only to find the moon shining through my window illuminating everything everything everything

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“Poetry transports you—translates you—in and out of your own language of loneliness. The book itself translates you—makes briefly exterior the raw glimmerings of your own dark darknesses, and then folds them back into you–layer upon gentless layer; petal upon petal upon page. You glimpse yourself in the broken shards of image, of dream, of song, in the curve of broken bodies, broken voices, broken circles.”

— Robin Walter, from “On Silence & Song: Kazim Ali’s The Voice of Sheila Chandra,” The American Poetry Review (vol. 52, no. 1, January/February 2023)

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Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance

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Winter scenes in Oregon | ( by Elliot Hawkey )

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