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Marina Tsvetaeva, from The Selected Poems; "Where Does Such Tenderness,"

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Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; "Three Women,"

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George Herbert, "Affliction (IV)"

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And they keep going.

@staywhatyouuare

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breathe in / breathe out. breathe in, again.

I laid on the bed. I felt the weight of the world on me.

How can I, just one person, feel the weight -- the heaviness -- of the entire universe. of a whole collective. Each thought, wish, and ache, both a bubble and a rock. The size of a penny and the weight of skyscraper.

I felt the air rush out of my lungs, compressed. outward. no air left.

And then with one big breath, air rushes in. Each molecule replacing a past. Each day, hopefully better than the last.

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jason molina’s writing advice to matthew j barnhart via his blackberry in 2008 

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I remember damage. And escape. Then… adrift in a stranger’s galaxy for a long time. But I’m safe now. I found it again. My home.

My memories are the same as yours. They mean nothing. I feel this again for the first time I have a job to do. I have found you nine times before, maybe ten, and I’ll find you again, until the last time. I always do. I find you because I know you, and I know you because we are the same.

You will know your end point when you reach it. In the early days, before their home is broken, they hardly notice me. It was better to not be noticed. It is better to not be noticed. I do know you from somewhere. If you’re noticed then you are known and soon you’ll be loved. To be loved is a calamity for someone with your job. You have work to do. Work. Love makes work impossible. Love will try to see the words before it’s finished What is your job? I will ask it, then you will ask What is my job? Then there’s a you, not to survive because survival is insufficient. The voices are confusing, and soon all I’ll hear is… "I don’t want to live the wrong life and then die!"

I remember damage, then escape. I’m at my best when I’m escaping. I have a job to do. I have found you nine times before, maybe ten, and I’ll find you again. I always do. There is no rescue mission. We are the same. We are safe.

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its ok to grieve what once was + what could have been

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Sharon Olds, from "Little Things"; Strike Sparks: Selected Poems, 1980-2002

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“I don’t want to live the wrong life and die.”

#station eleven

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"I stood looking over the damage, trying to remember the sweetness of life on Earth. I was late. Or you were early. Either one. Same mission. Burn every parasite motherfucker alive."

#station eleven

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Strange how my lifelong pastime is reading lyrics on a bus.

#public transportation #lyrics

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Before Lady Gaga’s brief and short king alter-ego, Jo Calderone, was made famous for performing Yoü and I at the 2011 MTV music video awards, he made his public debut in the “Elegant Mechanics” feature Vogue Hommes Japan just a year before, shot by Nick Knight. Here we learn the little origin story of this humble car mechanic from Sicily, who loves Frank Sinatra and working for his dad’s business, when he’s not getting busted for pissing in public. Wonder what he’s up to now? We miss him. Thx to ladygaga.fandom.com for the scans.

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The heart knows a secret  the mind can’t grasp.  A poem that’ll always  remain unwritten.

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What isn’t healed by salt water and late night walks?

Eyes on the sky, feet on the ground.

She gives us everything we need.

As always…

Always up.

#mother earth #thoughts #grounding #earthing #always up