#threeam

[mumblelard]

yesterday i set free this cursed moon frog, next to the reishi i watched grow since it was just a little meatball. it didn't end well for the frog, but finn's burden was lifted

i ate the last bag of black pepper koka noodles with sautéed mushrooms on top of some greens. they were good

i haven't read any books about color naming systems in a couple of weeks, but last night, i dreamt i found a shade of purple named 'the evacuated dream.' a plate mounted on the yellowed page of an old book with the name printed below. my dream didn't include the name of the book so it was less than helpful in terms of my research

i dreamt i passed an army marching the other direction through the woods. they were close enough for me to see every individual's face, one by one. that dream didn't end there, but i don't want to write the rest down

this year, i'm watching dekalog backwards. it's hitting me harder than other times and i don't know if it's this order or this year

i have three undone tasks i need to do and i'm not going to do any of them today

[noneofthisisreal]

via poetryfoundation

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#50

dust in my hair, sunshine warming my skin, fresh air filling my lungs with each step i take. everything is new and i am lost just like i’d hoped. free.

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#59

no one ever told her that she was warrior. that, she found out herself when she needed it most.

no one ever told her that she was a lover. that, she found out herself when she needed it most.

no one ever told her she was a dreamer this, she had always known.

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#65

she walks around, living, breathing, loving. yet i buried her years ago, mourned her loss, grieved her absence accepted her departure from my life. she walks around, living, breathing, loving others but not me not anymore.

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#47

she flinches when you get too close. you fuck and she rolls over, a ravine between you. her skin looks like smooth marble, impenetrable yet glowing. But you’ll never know for sure. She’ll make sure of it.

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#72

the coffee shop bustles with faces i have never seen before and probably never will again. strangers. each having lived through good and bad. each with their own story. i see them. do they see me?

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#62

Could you be any thinner he asks as he tugs at the waist of her pants they give about an inch and barely stay on her hips she shoos him away, pretending his words have had no affect on her while her mind is screaming YES always YES