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It’s a quarter past noon, and your dad is forgetting. Your hair has been cut. Your bed sheets have been washed and washed again after nights when you brought people home just to feel a little something. Your clothes are still on the floor, but now you are grown, and it’s not longer acceptable, not that it ever really was (according to your mother).

You put your old wardrobe in trash bags with intentions of selling each item.

You realize that no one wants these collected pieces, leftovers from the person you used to be.

You dump the clothes back on the floor and close your eyes.

There on the ground, they are scattered.

It’s 2pm and everyone is moving.

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Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.

Anne Lamott (via christmasnoose)

#quotes

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Emil Alzamora (Peruvian, b. 1975, Lima, Peru) - Afterlife Afterthought, 2006 Sculptures: Gypsum Life-Size

#art #sculptures #emil alzamora

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humansofnewyork

“I grew up very religious, and I was taught to think that people with alternative lifestyles were just ‘confused.’ But now it seems to me that gender and sexuality are so bendable and flexible. I’ve been going to a lot of poetry readings lately, and people present themselves in such raw forms. And they don’t seem confused at all. They are being so honest and transparent in their poetry. How are you supposed to object and say that ‘who they are’ is wrong?”