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beginnings
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salthead · 2 years
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loop to sleep
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Rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit
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salthead · 3 years
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mow
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salthead · 3 years
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look over
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tell me no so I can focus
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salthead · 3 years
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William Miller - Ruined Polaroids
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salthead · 3 years
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chests
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Going to paint this
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Lord John , Carnaby Street.
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salthead · 3 years
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up
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salthead · 3 years
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(guess what I’m back because I was driving a ways alone for the first time in a while and got so introspective to the radio again, and now it’s late and I’m alone)
all I could think about was how much I liked the look of the grey snow and the green grey trees and how dark the edges of the hills are here against the sky
I have this sense of grief and eagerness and
And I feel like I am in such a state of flux, I am steady in some ways and lost in others, I’ve changed I feel but it’s more like the world has changed to me and I’m worried that I haven’t changed to match it well enough. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve changed at all since fifth grade when I first fucked up majorly, relationship-to-other-people-wise, that I can remember. I felt tall and alone this evening especially because of the winter and the other cars’ lights and well, the tires felt shaky and there was so much wind on the road that I put the window down for a little to see what was going on
because it was blowing so that I could feel it making the car unsteady
It’s cliche but you are the most important person in your life and the more you do for yourself the more you can do for others, naturally
It’s like how you don’t need to write a moral into your children’s stories. If you’re a good writer and you tell any kind of story at all the morals will rise out organically.
I have the language now to say what I want to say even if I’m not always the one I want saying it and well I’m tired, I am, but I feel better late at night than I do some mornings, and despite that I know that I will wake up and some days will be good days
Some days I am biding my time until I go to bed but when I’m listening to other people talk I forget about myself and then, later, I feel good about myself again. And I know that I only need to wash my face once a day. (know thyself)
–post on anon mental health app (feb. 2021)
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salthead · 3 years
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salthead · 3 years
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Perpetually trying to breathe water when we were always meant to breathe air
Illustration for article “Breathing Water: Meditations on Gender Divergence and Normality” in Spare Rib Magazine, “The Respiration Issue,” Winter 2020. (Intersectional student-run publication restarted.)
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(lars and the) eel girl
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