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tirzahstears · 2 years
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i had a girl who used to call me peach, the word slipped from her mouth like the syrupy sweet frozen fruit my mum would give me as if to say please eat something. please. we have enough this time. the fuzzy outsides always made my skin hurt but it was worth it for the sweet fruit i scarfed back like my stomach had never been full before.
my grandmother used to make plum muffins with the sourest fruits she could find. they baked into something sweet, something soft. something that fed me. my mom made plum muffins today with the sour plums from the grocery store and i was brought to tears while i ate two of them fresh out the oven. they were better than granny's. she's not dead. she's not dead but i don't know if she'd want me if she found out what i really am. i ate another muffin and it tasted like dusty summers away from home my house.
i ate three nectarines today without even stopping to breathe. the juice dripped down my chin as i swallowed them down without chewing like i hadn't eaten in years. when i was a kid my grandparents would come with a box of cup noodles and kraft dinner and tinned peaches and i thought it was a gift because those were all of my favourites. i thought christmas hampers were like winning a contest and food bank trips were like grocery shopping where my mom never panicked. i ate those nectarines until i felt sated and i almost cried. they were sweet and sour and i nearly chipped my tooth on the stone on the inside.
i used to try plant cherry seeds and mango pits in my garden so we would never run out. so my mom would never give me half her plate again without filling up her own. so there'd be something for her to fill it up with. i didn't know how to grow stone fruit but i grew like one anyway- i grew with with a soft, sweet, nonthreatening exterior but something inside of me that will chip your teeth if you bite in the wrong spot. nobody planted my heart in their garden and watered it daily. my sugary exterior was consumed almost manically, in plum muffins and not-yet-ripe nectarines, in fear of having it taken away if it didn't go now now now. i grew like stone fruit, but nobody replanted me with hope in their heart. i held it in my own, deep within the tooth-chipping pit that i slipped between damp paper towels, waiting for it to sprout.
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rusted-soldier · 8 months
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Forever in love with Steve introducing Bucky to 21st century food, and even though Bucky would probably prefer simple and plain things, Steve always assures him that if he ever wants some nice spices they have the money to do it, they’re not struggling and he won’t be in trouble for wanting something or asking for it.
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[TRANSCRIPT:
Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled With Shrieks
—Christopher Citro
I’m doing a balancing act with a stack
of fresh fruit
in my basket. I love you. I want us
both to eat well.
We’re not allowed to buy blackberries
anymore
because they’re mean to their workers
and you
read left-wing news sites. Till when? I
asked and you
said nothing. So that’s one healthy
food off the list.
I’m still buying pineapples and you’re
still eating them.
I guess you’ve never seen the websites
about those.
Nobody in this supermarket knows
that I am a puma.
This morning our cat rolled on the
floor showing me
her belly which I leaned down and
rubbed.
Beneath a backyard pine tree the
neighbor’s cat
was eating one of our cat’s moles—at
least the moles
we rent from the landlord for her. It’s
so complicated
staying alive sometimes. The voices of
the collection
agencies on the answering machine
sound menacing.
They’re paid to sound that way and
they’re not paid
much more than the people they’re
menacing,
which can get you thinking if you’re
the sort of
person who likes to think about that
sort of thing.
Other people subscribe to adventure
cycling
magazines and read about men who
rode across
Turkey in the late 1800s before
anything was
happening in the world. Before
cantaloupes
probably existed. When you could get
an honest
wage for an honest day’s blackberries.
When we
loved like fierce mountain storms,
with the blood
of eagles in our hearts, exchanging
grocery lists
that just said you you you you all the
way down.
END TRANSCRIPT]
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patronsaintofwant · 1 year
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the twenty-first orange by nico del mar.
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archivalsummers · 7 months
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poem from fishbarrel review
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starshineselkie · 1 year
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sometimes love is stored in the orange i peel and share with my friends and the sticky fruity residue it leaves on my hands that i wait to wash until they all go home
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perditious · 3 months
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10/10 my goodness.
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sharing food goes against every evolutionary principle of survival but still. every time i peel an orange i think about giving you half.
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tobeeso-loved · 2 years
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mxsinistir · 1 year
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kind of a vent but not quite. things have just been really hard but it's okay because I can eat oranges still.
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arcadisch · 2 years
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there are only two things that bring me joy; one) my plants and propagating them and seeing them grow; it is nice to take care of something succesfully when you can barely take care of yourself and two) sharing food with those i have given a piece of heart and soul for they know me and accept me for who i really am. they make eating a wonderful, heartwarming ritual
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Christopher Citro reads his poems "If We Had a Lemon We'd Throw It and Call That the Sun" and "Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled with Shrieks"
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evsref · 2 years
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softmxf · 2 years
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fave lyrics atm, “green eyes fried rice i could cook an egg on you” “if i was a bluebird i would fly to you you’d be the spoon dip you in honey so i could be sticking to you” which further strengthens the fact all gays are obsessed with food and the kitchen as the deepest form of intimacy and let’s not forget “i want us both to eat well”
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vampcaprisun · 8 months
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thinking about tav letting astarion drink their blood night after night and then finally he can’t take it anymore so he asks why. why do they keep letting him? why do they keep offering? why aren’t they afraid of how far he might go? why doesn’t it bother them to feel worse just so he can feel better? why not tell him to find his own dinner when they know he can hunt just fine? and tav just smiles at him with the most incomprehensibly caring look in their eyes and says “i love you. i want us both to eat well.”
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bylertruther · 1 year
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thinking about those lovely headcanons i've read around here before about mike and karen buying foods they know will likes so that he can have them when he comes over.. continuing that food + love train of thought, consider this: mike calling karen when he's older to ask her about certain recipes for dishes of hers that will used to love, so that he can make them for him now that they live together and all. :')
and, of course, will ends up loving it all, but it's less because of mike's culinary prowess (though it does definitely help hehe), and more due to the fact that he's making it all with love. ❤️
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