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{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

#i am so afraid to show others how I feel

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i am so unsatisfied with my life. *logs on to tumblr dot com to reblog posts for 16 hours*

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A lot has been written about the sadness that lingers after you have lost touch with someone - your friend from primary, your group from highschool, your first lover, the cat lady next door and many others you met on the path of life. But no one really talks about the feelings of happiness you experience when thinking back upon those relationships. How you smile involuntarily when you suddenly remember something that happened years ago in their company. How you still end up laughing out loud on a shared joke, agreed alone, but you do. How you randomly find or see something that reminds you of that bond you shared with them and the feeling of contentness fills you up to the brim. And how, when you learn about their achievements you smile proudly, happy that their dreams finally came true.

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— Carol Rifka Brunt in Tell The Wolves I'm Home

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being so fr with you all we need to drastically accelerate anti-car propaganda.

we need to make it so clear to future generations that we no longer tolerate a world where you cannot conveniently go for a walk or get a coffee or get groceries without a car

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Number (N)ine 'Dreaming Rain' T-Shirt (2006) Designed By: Takahiro Miysashita

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mini heart shaped embroidered pins ❤️🍒🍓 available here!

etsy // patreon

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Candace Hicks: "Notes of String Theory" (2022)

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go outside and sit in the sun, your problems won't disappear but you might gain a little hope

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rainer maria rilke, letters to a young poet

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— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)

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Anna Haifisch

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Monday Morning

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Soon it will be the sky of early spring, stretching above the stubborn ferns and violets. Nothing can be forced to live. The earth is like a drug now, like a voice from far away, a lover or master. In the end, you do what the voice tells you. It says forget, you forget. It says begin again, you begin again.

Louise Glück, from March