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got review, a coffee, and a morning run in all before 9 am!!

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— Warsan Shire, Home

[text ID: Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, / bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. / Sometimes the men - they come with keys, / and sometimes, the men - they come with hammers.]

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it is March by Victoria Chang

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https://www.instagram.com/p/Cu_JavQsztN/

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hey did you know that uhh

i. the monster's body is a cultural body

ii. the monster always escapes

iii. the monster is the harbinger of category crisis

iv. the monster dwells at the gates of difference

v. the monster polices the borders of the possible

vi. fear of the monster is really a kind of desire

vii. the monster stands at the threshold… of becoming

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“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”

— Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959

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They said: ‘Come to tea and let us comfort you.’ But it’s no good. One must be crucified on one’s own private cross. It is a strange fact that a terrible pain in the heart can be interrupted by a little pain in the fourth toe of the right foot. I know that V. will not come across the garden from the lodge, & yet I look in that direction for her. I know that she is drowned & yet I listen for her to come in at the door. I know that it is the last page & and yet I turn it over. There is no limit to one’s stupidity and selfishness.

— Leonard Woolf, after Virgina's death, quoted in To The River: A Journey Beneath the Surface, Olivia Laing

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Don't give up, we believe you!!😼💪✨✨

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2.3 Brain Drain, Russian Doll (2022) // Gustav Klimt, Mother and Child (detail from The Three Ages of Woman, 1905)

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{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz }

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People Like Me - The final stanza from a poem I wrote when I was 20. I was so lost. I don’t feel this way anymore. If you do, I promise you’ll find gravity again one day.

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Thinking about good bones again.