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GEORGE HARRISON The Beatles backstage at Shea Stadium

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via richardscarrylove

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the key to being a hater and not have it be corrosive to your spirit is that you gotta balance it out by openly loving things too. trashing shit is only respectable if you’re also capable of joy and not just oozing negativity 24/7. also when you’re being positive you’re not allowed to do it with ironic detachment. all sincerity all the time babey

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lemon is so so so fucking good in sweet food and savory food and spicy food and salty food and drinks. she has it all

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we snorting curry powder all summer ‘17

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“Men have used her meanly. She will eat them. Eat them, eat them, eat them in the end.”

— Sylvia Plath, from Three Women in “The Collected Poems Of Sylvia Plath”

#litearture

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Monet Roses

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Sorry for being obsessed with love. As if it's my fault

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Anne Sexton, from “Leaves That Talk,” in The Complete Poems

[text ID: Yes. / It’s May 20th and the leaves, / green, green, wearing their masks / and speaking, calling out their Sapphic loves, / are here — here — here —]

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seeing pictures of men w blood on their face is like. oh man i wanna be you so bad. i wanna make out with you in a storage closet. i want to gently cradle your face and wipe the blood off with a washcloth. you are the ideal man. you are my pretty pretty princess

#inspiration

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george clausen / edward potthast / nicholas hely hutchinson / victoria vitalyevna samsonova / jeremy miranda / suzanne siegel

#art

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never forget what green onion has done for you.. for all of us

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Coming back from the dead

#lol sm happened since the last time I posted #but all is good now ig #just want to immerse myself in poetry and art again on tumblr dot com

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Here is the starting line:

Quit all of your social-media accounts except for your favorite one. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you can visit your favorite social media for 15 minutes total. Set a timer. If you can’t stick to those limits, you have to quit that account, too.

When you wake up in the morning, exercise for 30 minutes.

Buy or check out two books every week and read them by the end of the week. Squeeze these books into the time you used to spend on social media. If you want to get audiobooks and listen while you exercise, you can do that, but get the other book in print.

Write down ten words to describe yourself. Then write down one reason each trait might exist in you, given your past. At the bottom of the page, write, “I will accept you as you are.” Tape this to the wall. Do this every Monday, until your wall is full. Notice how the words you use to describe yourself start to change for the better. You need to start taking pride in who you are. That includes taking pride in where you’ve been, and how you’ve adapted in ways you never give yourself credit for.

During the day, when you’re tempted to look at social media, when you’re tempted to go on Tinder, when you’re tempted to do something that will hurt you, when you’re thinking in circles, when you’re trying to DECIDE something, stop. Say to yourself, “My first job is to slow down, to be still. My first job is to enjoy this day. My first job is to accept myself and feel my feelings.” Make a vow not to abandon yourself, the way you did with the sleazy guy and the boyfriends of friends. You don’t have to manage your father. You deserve better. Make that your mantra. You deserve better from yourself. You deserve protection from these things that hurt you. I know you don’t think you do. That’s your disordered mind talking.

You are precious, Directionless. When you slow down, you will feel that in your bones. You will feel disgusting and horrible, but slowly you’ll see that it’s beautiful, this moment of knowing how sick you are. You will find your will to go on in spite of how horrible it all is, how horrible you are. You will find your direction. Stop thinking about it and instead, submerge yourself in other people’s work: their art, their books, their lives. Your brilliance is waiting for you to slow down. Your path is waiting for you, patiently. You have to learn to trust yourself. You have to search for your broken, scared self. Not someone else’s idea of you. Not someone else’s approval. Your broken, scared self is the only self that can lead you forward from here.

I know it sounds impossible. I want you to know that I hear you clearly. You want me to know that everything is fucked, that YOU are fucked. I believe you and I know it hurts. I know it’s worse than anyone else can see. I know how it feels to live there.

I also know that you’re ready to live somewhere else now. You’re ready to face the truth. You’re ready to be who you are, even when no one is there to approve of you or give you love or tell you you’re great. You’re going to give yourself what you need now, and it’s going to feel a million times more satisfying than anything else you’ve ever done.

Ask Polly: “I’m Lazy, Reckless, and Addicted to Social Media. Help!”