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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

if i look back, i am lost
Sade Olutola
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Cosmic Funnies
cherry valley forever

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blake kathryn

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Peter Solarz

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@sweettheomachy
no more of the agonies. have you seen the wonders
— Adonis, from Singular in a Plural Form, tr. by Khaled Mattawa
whyd this make me cry
Feeling inspired by the many shades of green in this stunning mosaic forest by artist Joanne Desheil.
From My Father Once Told Me, Ben Konkol.
I May Have Forgotten to Turn Off the Oven by Jocelin Carmes
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Through a Glass Darkly (1961), dir. Ingmar Bergman
Carol Ann Duffy, from The World’s Wife; “Delilah”
[Text ID: “but I cannot be gentle, or loving, or tender. / I have to be strong. / What is the cure?”]
Grit: A Poetry Collection, Silas Denver Melvin
Hari Alluri, from “Ancestral Memory”, After Kwame Dawes
[ID: text which reads, “I, too, have been losing my gentleness since the first young wound.” end text. End ID.]
love passes thru me at all times like an electric current
anger shame & grief, also, but love most of all
what they don't tell you about your 20s is that you'll want to leave but you don't because you're scared of the unknown
Wallace Polsom, Loose Abstraction (2020), paper collage, 18.4 x 19.9 cm.
Oh okay so there’s a time for rest and a need for it after what I’ve been through but also getting up and going out makes me more emotional because I have to accept my new reality and the memories are sharper and stronger when I breathe fresh air and walk the world alone? So I have to go for solo walks and get dinner by myself and listen to music that makes me cry because that’s actually what will push me forward even though it hurts so bad it feels like there’s a hole in my chest? Word. Wordy word
“As a girl, I waited patiently to catch fire, / as if it were something worth wanting.”
— Sally Wen Mao, from “The Guadalupe Slough,” published in The Southeast Review
*cups my own face tenderly* its gonna be okay babe