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coming on here just to say happy pride month to gilgamesh and enkidu

On this note, About You still remains. ‘You’ is a person, is a feeling, is an argument, is something that could have been, is something that I could’ve had.

And I still think about ‘You’.

I always do.

I always will.

‘You’ look so cool and that's supposed to be me.

#crashing out

i just found out tumblr got banned in my country. a few hours before a presentation i have to give. using a vpn now but this is actually catastrophic news and my day has been ruined

you will wish i remained like the lingering taste of fresh fruit

and to slowly, slowly wither away like flowers who ought to die

promise me that you won’t mistake the unreasonable for a brute;

that you will choose a worthwhile teacher to call your rabbi

from then, your large basin never stayed full

all streams and rivers run back to you,

and to the place where they flowed,

they ought to return

thebanthieves

every time i remember that i’ll be in europe for the summer, i get hit with the feeling that im finally going home

i dont even live there

thebanthieves

the anonymity of being there sells it like a good house

every time i remember that i’ll be in europe for the summer, i get hit with the feeling that im finally going home

i dont even live there

no basket or cornucopia from the horns of a ram could ever carry my love that overflows with passion and innocence

yet even in causing this great difficulty, my love shall be as simple as a pearl

the swell of the sun and the natural green of all plants, the hot sand on the white beaches and the people wearing next to nothing as they bathe in the sea

among them, i was just the same

it would be a miracle to transform this lion into a human

but now do I know it does not take a miracle for a human to become an animal

the red tiles of the kitchen and the chevron wood floors of the living area where i ran, walked, and on sunken knees i cried at the altar of the crucifix

nothing is impossible, nothing is foolish, and most certainly, everyone is a fool except himself

any humility in his riches, and any cowardice that shivers his bones, for he has been shown who he truly is, who he is to become, and what he is to do

no longer human for the fact that he no longer possesses the ability to feel human; for his senses have been consumed by a parasitic appetite for greatness—to feel sensation

a god has created therefore has seen a lack

a god has come therefore has heard a cry

a god has conquered therefore defeated his enemy

The locust swarm held themselves back from devouring your land entirely, for they knew that the man who fed them deserved mercy. So they left you a salvageable bunch.

#joel

how could we write without first reading….and if so, do all stories become universal

#thinking

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