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Going to a library with someone you love and sitting in a corner with your head propped up on their shoulder while you both are reading books in peace and calm is the most intimately wholesome thing ever.

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I’m craving scones and strawberries and cream all the time 🍓🫖

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“When you arise in the morning think of what a privilege it is to be alive, to think, to enjoy, to love.”

— Marcus Aurelius

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This must be what the inside of a snow globe looks like

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Couldn’t resist adding some colour to this!

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Some people see me

and believe

I hung the moon

and the stars,

but what they don’t ask

is how long I sat

in the darkness,

alone,

before creation

put me on a schedule

with its heavenly bodies

I supposedly hung

from the ceiling of the universe.

And if someone asked

how much time passed

since I sat

in that space between

what I was

and what I am,

I would become very far away

and tell them,

“a long while.”

I trace my finger in the sky,

making connections

between stars

that will never align.

I wish someone would ask.

#idol #idolization #poem #poetry dump #poetry #don’t trust feelings after 9pm #appalachian #writing #appalachia #ahw1 #prose

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smoothjaz__

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🌱🍃☘️🌾

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How much must be forgotten, out of love.

How much must be forgiven, even love.

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never underestimate the healing power of a patch of sunlight

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when hayao miyazaki said that true love was two people inspiring each other to live…recognizing just how hard living is, putting one foot in front of the other every day, how easy it is to lose our passion for it…… that’s the real shit

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Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Abiah Root (August 1851)

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tiny unit

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I also have nature and art and poetry, and if that isn't enough, what is?

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo (London, beginning of January 1874)

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― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless