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I want a mango and peace
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"It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind."
—Anthony Bourdain, No Reservations
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stop asking me wyd i’m literally always thinking about love and how it touches every aspect of the human experience
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Night swimming, Neil Kryszak
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pastel skies are so lovely
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gods weakest soldier. minor events kick the shit out of me daily god hands me his lightest battles and i start sniffling and fumbling the bag
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When the moon peeped out briefly from behind the clouds.
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Natalie Díaz, from “American Arithmetic”, Postcolonial Love Poem (2020)
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despite everything, it’s all very beautiful and works out in the end
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Almaty, Kazakhstan // Arthur Karimov
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nawalieee · 1 year
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2023
1. COMMIT TO THE BIT
2. PARTAKE IN THE DIVINE ACT OF CREATION
3. LET THE SOFT ANIMAL THAT IS YOUR BODY LOVE WHAT IT LOVES
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life is happening bitch live it!
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“In front of my mother and my sisters, I pretend love is cheap and vulgar. I act like it’s a sin– I pretend that love is for women on a dark path. But at night i dream of a love so heavy it makes my spine throb.– I dream up a lover who makes love like he is separating salt from water.”
— Salma Deera, “salt”  
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The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love — whether we call it friendship or family or romance — is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light. Gentle work. Steadfast work. Life-saving work in those moments when life and shame and sorrow occlude our own light from our view, but there is still a clear-eyed loving person to beam it back. In our best moments, we are that person for another.
-James Baldwin
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