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how can a place be so much my home that i ache for it when i leave, and yet, how can i be so homesick for something else too?

// the view between villages - extended, noah kahan // homesick, noah kahan (poster by harrietistired on ko-fi, pinterest) // two poems, chelsea dingman (image by heavensghost, tumblr) // the view between villages, noah kahan (poster by harrietistired on ko-fi, pinterest // jenny caywood, darkroom // pinterest // i know the end, phoebe bridgers (image by uol.art on instagram) //

wellconstructedsentences

“The redwoods are on fire in California. A flood submerges a neighborhood that sat quiet on the coast for three centuries. A child takes their first steps and tumbles into a father’s arms. Two people in New Orleans fall in love under an oak tree whose branches bend like sorrow. A forest of seeds are planted in new soil. A glacier melts into the ocean and the sea climbs closer to the land. A man comes home from war and holds his son for the first time. A man is killed by a drone that thinks his jug of water is a bomb. Your best friend relapses and isn’t picking up the phone. Your son’s teacher calls to say he stood up for another boy in class. A country below the equator ends a twenty-year civil war. A soldier across the Atlantic fires the shot that begins another. The scientists find a vaccine that will save millions of people’s lives. Your mother’s cancer has returned and doctors say there is nothing else they can do. There is a funeral procession in the morning and a wedding in the afternoon. The river that gives us water to drink is the same one that might wash us away.”

— All at Once by Clint Smith