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ever since I was a little girl I knew I never wanted to tell anyone anything about myself
Jeremy Radin, from "Lazar Wolf the Butcher" (poem written during staging of Fiddler on the Roof at Paper Mill Playhouse, shared on his IG page) [ID'd]
Melting ice and snow meet open water and sand at Lake Michigan.
nobody ever talks about the survivors guilt when your childhood cat dies
they’re saying you’re finally going to become a real person like everyone else. they just announced it
“Swiss Knife Beetle” ✚ Victorinox Coleoptera
not now honey, mommy’s yearning for something that once was and will never be again
may his spirit protect our home forever
in a kill it with your sword kill it with your sword amen mood today
"People do not see you, / They invent you and accuse you."
Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; "The Perjured City,"
“I had a choice: I could either let the darkness of the world swallow me, or I could do what I could to help make the world a little bit brighter.” ~ Haruki Murakami
lowkey i just killed all innocents
notice how no one died
first of december by Natalie Shapero
Detail from Vicente Carducho. The Virgin Contemplating Instruments of the Passion, 1620
they were right btw. you have to dig yourself out of your grave over and over again
Anne Boyer