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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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diet culture people make me feel like i’m going crazy. you want me to take an experimental pill that destroys my appetite?? you want me to remove part of my stomach??? you want me to stop eating bread and rice, two of the staple foods most inherent to humanity????? why exactly? because my stomach is big? because you don’t like the way i look, and you think it’s reasonable to tell me to carve pieces off of myself and try random drugs and ruin my own life so i can look more visually pleasing to you? and you somehow don’t see how absurdly cruel and selfish that is to ask of somebody???? while pretending you care about their HEALTH????????????????? FUCK YOU!!!!
Meet me in Montauk.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind turns 20 years old Original release date: March 19th, 2004, USA
by Alex Hyner
“I said I’d never write another poem about you, but everything is a metaphor for the way that we left each other. Birds flying south for the winter. Rivers running to the sea. The moon stuck struggling in its orbit and never really going anywhere at all. The other day a coworker asked me how you’ve been and I thought that he was joking. It took me a full minute to put it together. I’ve gotten so good about not flinching at the sound of your name that people don’t know I’d still throw myself mouth-open into the ocean for the chance to drown somewhere you might see it.”
— “This Is What Baggage Looks Like” Trista Mateer (23 of 30) after Ashe Vernon (via tristamateer)
I’m so much more productive after the sun goes down. While the sun is up I feel the weight of having to do things and it just overwhelms me.
But when the sun has gone to bed suddenly my time is my own. I can do with it what I will and oftentimes that means the cleaning I’ve been meaning to do, the projects I’ve been putting off. They suddenly don’t seem overwhelming to me.
I like it when the sun goes down.
Ah, your ancestors were the ones who kept the night watch around the campfire
I’m sorry but this is genuinely the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.
I've thought about you such a lot these last few days; didn't you feel it?"
— Mikhail Kuzmin, from “The Double Confidant,” Selected Prose & Poetry (Ardis, 2013)
“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”
— Melissa Cox
rainer maria rilke, letters to a young poet
🌱Some helpful tips to keep healthy house plants🌱
GORGON by Ashe Vernon
Sorry, Dad. I couldn't think of a nice way to say "America Stinks!"
The Simpsons, Mr. Lisa Goes to Washington (1991) dir. Wes Archer
Plants Embedded in Wax Sprout from Fragile Hands in Memory-Infused Works by Valerie Hammond