you BOOP miette? you BOOP her head with you paws? oh! oh! love for mutual! love for mutual for One Thousand Years!!!!
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Tumblr Tuesday: National Nothing Day
That's it. That's the post.
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𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: February 1. Nothing, merely tired. END ID]
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Jon I love you but I hate drawing transitionary hair growth with a passion
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I’m sorry but THIS is one of my favorite scenes to hyperfixate on. Why doesn’t anyone talk about this? Wednesday follows Enid without a single word. Did Enid say “come with me” no, her girlfriend is simply on a leash. She follows after Enid immediately as she starts to leave without prompting because they’re GIRLFRIENDS case closed, its all the proof I needed
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Nothing
by Margaret Atwood
Nothing like love to put blood
back in the language,
the difference between the beach and its
discrete rocks and shards, a hard
cuneiform, and the tender cursive
of waves; bone and liquid fish egg, desert
& salt marsh, a green push
out of death. The vowels plump
again like lips or soaked fingers, and the fingers
themselves move around these
softening pebbles as around skin. The sky's
not vacant and over there but close
against your eyes, molten, so near
you can taste it. It tastes of
salt. What touches
you is what you touch.
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look at my cringefail son who happens to be an incredibly smart and talented doctor
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There was no dream. It was just me, and the void. Darkness that stretched for light-years on end, or maybe only a few feet away. I couldn't tell. I knew it was a dream, however, a lucid dream. A lucid dream with no dream. It was terrifying, but calming at the same time. I wish I could go back there, find out what the void is really like, yaknow?
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“I am aware, but I feel…” -> Who is the one that feels? Is there someone that feels? What is aware of this feeling? What is this feeling in the end?
“I am aware, but I think…” -> Who is the one that thinks? Is there someone that thinks? What is aware of this thought? What is this thought in the end?
“I am aware, but I doubt…” -> Who is the one that doubts? Is there someone that doubts? What is aware of this doubt? What is this doubt in the end?
“I am aware, but I fear…” -> Who is the one that fears? Is there someone that fears? What is aware of this fear? What is this fear in the end?
“I am aware, but I do…” -> Who is the one that “does”? Is there someone that does anything? What is aware of this “doing”? What is this “doing” in the end?
“I am aware, but I want…” -> Who is the one that wants? Is there someone that wants? What is aware of this wanting? What is this wanting in the end?
“I am aware, but I try… “ -> Who is the one that tries? Is there someone that tries? What is aware of this trying? What is this trying in the end?
“I am aware, but I see…” -> Who is the one that sees? Is there someone that’s seeing? What is aware of what is being seen? What is this “that is being seen” in the end?
Ponder on these questions and how repetitive it is. Question it all and see how you always end up with the same “thing”: NO-THING. Notice it yourself.
NoBODY feels, thinks, doubts, fears, does, wants, etc. YOU are aware of these seeming things, this illusion. They’re all equally illusionary, but at the end they’re nothing at all. No-THING is!
The only thing left is “I am aware”, but who is this “I” in the end…?
“ ”.
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Margaret Atwood, from True Stories: Poems; "Nothing," originally published in 1981
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Time
Source: Calvin & Hobbes by Bill Watterson.
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— Ocean Vuong, Nothing
[text ID: I used to cry in a genre no one read.]
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