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[allsadnshit]

“Growing Around Grief”

Lois Tonkin, 1996

[fibul]

there's no temptress quite as irresistible as the mid afternoon sleepies

[catchymemes]

[luxoffux]

[luthienne]

claire schwartz, from poetry rx as featured in the paris review

[bloomingtrans]

thinking about the friendships that just dissipate and the unresolved grief that comes with that

[princessparadoxical]

“You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch. Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy. You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. Your personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like. If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way.”

— Julien Smith, The Flinch (via wnq-anonymous)

[thoughtportal]

[mentalmotion-deactivated2026031]

[dogmotifs]

a reflection on june;

[slowlikehoney1996]

why do all of my friendships with women end in tears? - ask polly

[tinydinosaurperfection-deactiva]

"I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together."

-Lisa Kleypas

[weltenwellen]

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

[podencos]

Toni Morrison

[metamorphesque]

— Vi Khi Nao, Fish in Exile

[text ID: She made my body feel like literature, a place for the endless gaze.]

[rainreads-deactivated20250201]

Text: "My life have been one long love story, I have loved people, I have loved books, I have loved flowers, the sun, moon and stars, old roads, old trees, children, grannies, butterflies, seashells, fairies... And of course I keep falling in love, for where love begins, there is the border of heaven."

― Ruskin Bond. From Introduction of Falling in Love Again.

Bond's writings have the fragrance that rain leaves behind on earth after raining.

[typewriter-worries]

All About Love, bell hooks | Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken