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it’s been such a long time, it’s time you came back to me

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three hour work week truther

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Mahmoud Darwish, from "In the Presence of Absence," originally published in 2006

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— David Cronenberg, Consumed

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hozier does not meet people telepathically mitski doesn’t part from a lover in a dream ITS NOT THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE ITS YOU THE ONE WHO'S LOVING. Any lover is magnificent not because the beloved is ethereal but because what's ethereal is the lover's love for them. It breaks the walls between real and unreal. it clouds our understanding of touch, smell and longing. people singing of their great love dont love or feel things from a heart or mind that's different than ours. same feelings different intensities no scale no comparison but they come from the same place. its not the wanting to be loved that bridges us its the desperation of our unearthly desires and longing to make sense.

#hozier #mitski

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I feel myself coming unstitched from the world. I can’t seem to make myself adjust.

Molly McCully Brown, from Places I’ve Taken my Body: Essays

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The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1923–1927

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it ended

like all good things do

a good thing staying unchanged for too long

Is pathetic; maggots prey on such

our maggot is abysmal and our sourdough too

my patience in circular top cuts

to burn it just a little as toaster often do

jam and butter each wrestling not to overkill

cut it from one side of hope to another

leave it out for just enough sun

as the butter is lost in the smell of summer

what happens to such good things

unperturbed by probability

Do these things kill the equilibrium

or gets killed for such insanity?

whilst the air mimics condolence

the bread mourns for the lack of moisture

surely never before cutting its losses

loss of habits from functional disasters

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Rain On Shore

Don't look up.

I don't think I can breathe.

Every graze of fingers feel like a cat's sneeze

Even the hand now could perfectly fit the shoe

Just when the prettiest sunsets barely missed the moon

I would kiss your arms in monsoon,

I would kiss your knuckles too,

even when they'd smell of longing

At times maybe some of my dried blood too.

Demand my attention

Demand my entire soul too

Demand every single nerve I strike,

Demand the ones I'd also cut for you.

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abundance. abundance of what? abundance of longing. abundance of longing for what? abundance of longing for the greater good. abundance of longing for the greater good for whom? abundance of longing for the greater good for those who live in misspelled tapestry.

#for the abundance of expression of self belonging #art #artists on tumblr #photography #tumblr #black and white #november

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— franz kafka, from a letter to max brod

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just watched the last episode and i feel like banging my head on the wall all over again it still physically hurts to think bout what the fuck happened in the last lap

#formula1 #f1 #formula one #dts #dts season 4 #f1 2022 #f1blr #netflix #red bull f1 #mercedes #maxverstappen #lewis hamilton #world champion 2022

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it's been exactly 27 times ive wanted to push through the screen and punch max in the face and im yet to watch episode 10 *deep sigh*

#f1 #formula1 #dts #dts4 #drive to survive #maxverstappen #lewis hamilton #qatar grand prix still gives me anxiety

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yes i like our club

they’re in a book club

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grabbing people & shaking them by the shoulders & asking DO YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE MEANINGFUL CONNECTIONS DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE REJECTED HALFWAY TO EXIST IN THE ETHER BETWEEN STRAY DOG & A EUTHANIZED BODY CAN YOU TELL ME HOW TO RETURN TO THE WARMTH OF A LOVING MOTHER DO YOU KNOW WHERE CHILDHOOD GOES WHEN I FORGET PLEASE CAN YOU TELL ME I'M NOT ALONE HALF FEATHERED & AWKWARD CAN YOU BE THE SOLACE I HAVE SPENT A DECADE SEARCHING FOR & FAILING TO ACHIEVE & they smile & tell me i should focus on a stable career

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can't accept it can't escape it

in your dream, icarus screams at you because you touched the sun and didn’t melt. in your dream, medea curses you with a knife to your jugular because you could persuade your lover to come back to you. in your dream, hera puts a noose around your neck. she doesn’t understand why the ones you love are faithful to you of all people. in your dream, achilles comes for you with the rage of every fury in tartarus because you sent your love to war and he came back to you, unharmed. in your dream, all the gods and queens are rolling around in the dirt, wondering what happened to who they were. in your dream, you are not happy. you are not even content because you’ve never known misery. you’ve never wanted to rip the heart right out of you– or tear the skin off your back and swallow it down. in your dream, you are jealous of tragedies. and the truth is, we all want our own tragedy, because life is pale without it. we want the teeth, the screaming, the survival that comes with it.