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typewriter-worries · 12 hours
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People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.
~ Nikita Gill
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typewriter-worries · 14 hours
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…but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
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typewriter-worries · 17 hours
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For Example, Mary Oliver
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typewriter-worries · 19 hours
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View from across the Long Pond, Firle Place, Sussex.
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Andrew Kane
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typewriter-worries · 2 days
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— Oxygen, by Mary Oliver
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sorry didn't realize you were looking for a "touch my butt and feed me pizza" kind of love and not a "you feel it so deeply it seeps through your pores and floods through the space between your ribs" kind of love. my bad.
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Mercy, Mercy Me, John Murillo
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stanage edge and hathersage, derbyshire, england, july 21st, 2023
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“Thank the water for cleansing you. Stare into the candle’s flame. Think about how nature affects you—how the moon controls the tides, how weather affects your mood, how the day goes from bright to dark to allow you to sleep.”
— Lisa Marie Basile, from “Light Magic for Dark Times,” published c. 2018
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i want you close like skin, but i don't say that. // your name is so perfectly sewn onto my tongue; / no matter how hard i try, the stitches won't come undone.
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s ‘when god pottered hands, i. your dishwasher is empty.’
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Mercy, Mercy Me, John Murillo
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bail funds for pro-palestine activists
a15 bail and legal defense fund (supporting community members criminalized in the us for solidarity with palestine)
university of texas at austin students bail fund venmo @ psc_atx (livestream)
columbia students bail fund venmo @ bcabolitioncollective
as of april 15 ct dissenters (new york and connecticut) need bail funs for arrested activists: zelle: [email protected] cashapp: $BristolAntiRacism (use "april gift" in your memo so contributions can be tracked)
the palestine legal defense fund supports acitvists across the united states
palestine legal defence also supplies free legal support for activists
the national bail fund network may update with local bail fund efforts as events continue to unfold
this list is updated as of 24 april 10pm EST. i'll try to update as i find further bail funds and legal supports: if you know of other funds or if information shared here is incorrect, please reblog with updated info (+ a timestamp) so people can give and access support.
palestine will be free, solidarity forever 🍉 🇵🇸
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typewriter-worries · 2 days
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Sufjan Stevens | The Only Thing
The only thing that keeps me from driving this car Half-light, jack knife, into the canyon at night Signs and wonders, Perseus aligned with the skull Slain Medusa, Pegasus alight from us all Do I care if I survive this? Bury the dead where they’re found In a veil of great surprises, I wonder Did you love me at all? The only thing that keeps me from cutting my arm Cross hatch, warm bath, Holiday Inn after dark Signs and wonders, water stain riding the wall Daniel’s message; blood of the moon on us all Do I care if I despise this? Nothing else matters, I know In a veil of great disguises, how do I live with your ghost? Should I tear my eyes out now? Everything I see, returns to you somehow Should I tear my heart out now? Everything I feel, returns to you somehow I want to save you from your sorrow
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The Glass Essay, Anne Carson | Molly Brodak, Molly Brodak
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Sara Luisa Kirk, from "Begin here,"
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