She walks and nightingales go mad with grief,
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She walks and nightingales go mad with grief,
Pavel Vasilyev, 20th Century Russian Poetry: Silver and Steel; from ‘Lines in Honor of Natalya’, tr. David Macduff
got the feeling this guy was following me around 7-11 at 3 this morning and when me and my friend got in line he was in front of us and offered to pay for our shitload of stuff (??) and I was kind of uncomfy but he clearly was drunk off his ass so I just let him and after we left my friend was like that guy was staring at your ass and literally biting his lip. firing squad
It was a terrible spring day—the air overfull with pollen, the grasses a screaming green…
Yael van der Wouden, The Safekeep
if you are in the Thunder Bay area, the Whitesand First Nations families who have evacuated their homes burning down in Ontario are requesting supplies or monetary dnations
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“The pleasures of youth reproduced by memory are like ruins seen by torchlight.”
— François-René de Chateaubriand, Memoirs from Beyond the Grave
if something happened would you want it to stop or continue
Lost Highway (1997), dir. David Lynch
heartwarming: your favorite character was canonically molested
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i wish i had wings so i could shiver and moan when someone touched them. or hack them off in a violent refusal to accept who i was.
swear to god a hasidic jew just pulled up to me on a scooter and told me he liked my tattoos
I live a very balanced life of noticing things nobody else does and not noticing the things that literally everybody notices