wvterways
wvterways
everything happens for a reason
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wvterways · an hour ago
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wvterways · 5 hours ago
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i think there are more cultures where its the norm for a person to live with their parents until they’re married etc and not kicked out the moment they’re 19 like that’s an extremely western/white custom.. also young ppl start their own families in the same house where their parents and grandparents live together like the concept of a nuclear family is very foreign and new to many cultures and obvs its the cause of many societal issues like the isolation of the elderly and its just weird how ppl make “ur an adult and still live with your parents” jokes as if it’s not gonna be even harder for current teens to find jobs/housing in the future
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wvterways · 8 hours ago
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you missed it because you were looking at your phone but an angel just appeared to me with a flaming sword and told me that god decided there's nothing wrong with day drinking
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wvterways · 10 hours ago
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patience & persistence will get you far
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wvterways · 12 hours ago
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there is a moment in the friend by sigrid nunez that made my heart grow in size. the narrator at one point mentions rilke’s definition of love as two solitudes that protect and border and greet each other. then later on in the book, she reflects on the day she spent with a dog she recently adopted and says “Now, watching him sleep, I feel a surge of contentment. There follows another, deeper feeling, singular and mysterious, yet at the same time perfectly familiar. I don’t know why it takes a full minute for me to name it. What are we, Apollo and I, if not two solitudes that protect and border and greet each other?”
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wvterways · 14 hours ago
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Noor Hindi, ode to friendship
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wvterways · 14 hours ago
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on my hands and knees. scrubbing sticky spilled beverage off of the floor. it was heavily flavored with (artificial) vanilla, had a strong scent. so sticky, so much sugar. a customer had dropped a beverage can. management had said “don’t worry, we can write it off, it’s not that expensive. go wipe it up.” outside, it was snowing, heavily. there with me on the floor, puddles of melted snow, grimey, brought indoors by customers’ boots. apron stained. while there, on the floor, repetitive scrubbing, i considered that an English sugar-plantation-owner in Barbados in the 1790s was likely to have been 5-times richer than their wealthiest land-owning (white) childhood friends still living back in Britain proper. i wondered how vanilla has come to be so inexpensive. (is it actually “inexpensive”? or do landscapes and people still die to grow and harvest it?) where did this vanilla come from? where was the coffee grown? all of this sugar just tossed aside. like nothing. 125, 200, 350 years ago, vast amounts of people were enslaved and died for this sugar. entire communities, whole cultures invaded, destroyed, to bring Empires sugar, the Georgian-era equivalent of this spilled “BANG Birthday Cake Bash (TRADEMARKED) Keto-Coffee Protrein-Enhanced Energy Drink” which i’m scrubbing off of the floor, on my knees, almost in an act of worship. “we can write it off.” in 1540, how many people were murdered in Central America by Spanish colonizers to acquire this amount of vanilla for shipment back to a court in Iberia? in 1610, how much reward would an Italian merchant vessel have earned for delivering this coffee from North Africa to Venice? in 1805, how much cash would a London tea-shop-owner have paid for this sugar? all so easily acquired, now? in 2020, how many people still work and die so that these ingredients can be shipped to the Europe and the US, offered at such “inexpensive” price? now all of these substances are just … a sticky puddle on the floor? a stain on the apron? after scrubbing the floor, i entered the walk-in cooler, the white noise of the fans a reprieve, to read the list of ingredients on the labels of the coffee/energy drinks. “guava.” “acai berry.” “Nesquik Double Chocolate ready-to-drink milk.” how did it get here? a loud ringing. motion detectors. customers are entering the store. too much stimulation. supposed to be “working.” don’t know how long i have stood in the cooler. deep breath. attempt to revert to normal workplace behavior and thoughts. had to go back to “helping customers.” cannot openly discuss botany and colonization and land-theft of Regency-era British Empire. i leave the cooler. same day, a co-worker: “hey, check out the new hand lotion, really helps with the bleach burns, smells awesome!” me: “oh?” she says: “coconut and vanilla!” again my thoughts are dragged away: “what harms have come to the islands of the South Pacific? how did this substance extracted from tropical plants find its way here, to this snowy landscape? why is the coconut-oil lotion so cheap? who paid the real cost to bring it here? this process was not passive. which institutions stole local plant knowledge and patented this variety of the plant? who was forced under duress to harvest the coconut?” violence.
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wvterways · 14 hours ago
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MOOD
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wvterways · 14 hours ago
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“Every summer I gather a few stones from the beach and keep them in a glass bowl. Now and again I cover them with water, and they drink. There’s no question about this; I put tinfoil over the bowl, tightly, yet the water disappears. This doesn’t mean we ever have a conversation, or that they have the kind of feelings we do, yet it might mean something. Whatever the stones are, they don’t lie in the water and do nothing. Some of my friends refuse to believe it happens, even though they’ve seen it. But a few others—I’ve seen them walking down the beach holding a few stones, and they look at them rather more closely now. Once in a while, I swear, I’ve even heard one or two of them saying “Hello.” Which, I think, does no harm to anyone or anything, does it?”
— Mary Oliver, “Watering the Stones”, in Blue Horses
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wvterways · 14 hours ago
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can we stop using the word healthy in association with food choices I’m tired of everything being labelled i just wanna enjoy life
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wvterways · 16 hours ago
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have a lucky afternoon!
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wvterways · 16 hours ago
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Classic Tumblr Love Story 11.22.2020💙
We met on Tumblr in 2015 where she slid in my DM’s and stole my heart.
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wvterways · 17 hours ago
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Older sibling response is weird like i want to make sure you've eaten, i DO want to bully you, i want to protect you, i want to fireman carry and body slam u on the couch and tell u to go to bed, i want to make up bullshit lies about how things work and see how long u believe it, i would kill for you, ur gross, u will forever be an infant to me, stop touching my stuff, chill out ur like 10, im proud of you, etc etc im sorry that even tho i was the test run the adults found New and Interesting ways to fuck up with you
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wvterways · 17 hours ago
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wvterways · 18 hours ago
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jesse ball, from “how to set a fire and why”
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