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thereâs a difference between âjust do a little yoga it will cure your depression forever :)â and âgoing for a run wonât solve your problems but it will make you feel a little better and thatâs the first stepâ but this site seems to treat them as the same thing
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ââŠBut for you, my love, I am more delicateâŠâ
â Clarice Lispector, from Complete Stories; âBrasĂliaâ
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this is your reminder to start slow and gradually lean into consistency rather than to change your entire routine one fine day. it's okay to start wherever and whenever you feel ready. please don't compare yourself to the highlight reel of people on social media. i promise it's never too late to work on your goals. you don't have to make a drastic change just because it's a new year. time is a social construct and i want nothing more than for you to truly enjoy life at present without worrying too much about the future. you are completely able to achieve goals you have set for yourself, but take it step by step. please avoid burnout and please take rest. wishing you all the best!!
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âsome things arenât meant to lastâ ok but consider this: I love permanence and consistency
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â Nizar Qabbani, âWhat Love Can Doâ, from Arabian Love Poems: Full Arabic and English Texts (via lunamonchtuna)
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the main problem with this time of year is the irresistible urge to get fully into bed at like 5:34 pm and outside is like yesss, yesss do it, it's what you deserve yesss. like is it depression or is it just november
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i want to FLUSTER that man. i want to make him BLUSH. i want to make him feel VULNERABLE AROUND ME. i want to make him WEAK IN THE KNEES. i want to kiss him
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i forgot how fucking weird november is theres no afternoon its just night after 2pm
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every day i discover the meaning of life and then i lose it again and then again a new day and i discover the meaning of life and lose it by night time and then again and so on
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YOU WILL FIND A WAY!!!! YOU WILL FIND A WAY . You will find a WAY âŠ.. you WILL find a way . You will find a way you will find a wayâŠâŠ!! YOU WILL FIND A WAY YOU WILL FIND A WAY you will find a Way you will (find) a way you will find. a way you will find a way YOU WILL FIND A WAY!!!!!!!
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Clarice Lispector, tr. by Ronald W. Sousa, The Passion According to G.H.
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I was only curious to know how it started.
In The Mood For Love è±æšŁćčŽèŻ (2000) dir. Wong Kar-Wai
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acceptance has been a very good thing for my relationships. i accept people as they are and expect general consistency unless they are particularly tenacious or introspective. acceptance doesnât mean that you like or even necessarily cooperate with someone but that you have made sense of them in some way as a person. people can be repetitive and predictable; i donât expect change to come from nothingness.
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what are ur fave poems of all-time?
hi đ here are some:
âHanging Fireâ by Audre Lorde
âTiredâ by Langston Hughes
âHaving a Coke with Youâ by Frank O'Hara
âLove After Loveâ by Derek Walcott
âMayakovskyâ by Frank O'Hara
âi like my body when it is with yourâ by E. E. Cummings
âNew Year's Eve Prayerâ by Jeff Buckley
âRainâ by Roberto Bolaño
âWild Geeseâ by Mary Oliver
âSpring Torrentsâ by Sara Teasdale
âTulipsâ by Sylvia PlathÂ
âA great Hope fellâ by Emily Dickinson
âPoemâ by Langston Hughes
âSometimes I Pretendâ by Naomi Shihab Nye
âWhat Was Once the Largest Shopping Center in Northern Ohio Was Built Where There Had Been a Pond I Used to Visit Every Summer Afternoonâ by Mary Oliver
âSummer Morningâ by Mary Oliver
âYou Are Tired (I Think)â by E. E. Cummings
âSifterâ by Naomi Shihab Nye
âEmergency Managementâ by Camille Rankine
âThanksgiving 2006â by Ocean Vuong
âLitanyâ by Langston Hughes
âSuicide in the Trenchesâ by Siegfried Sassoon
âI heard a Fly buzz - when I diedâ by Emily Dickinson
âWarningâ by Jenny Joseph
â[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]â by E. E. Cummings
âLove Sorrowâ by Mary Oliver
âConversations About Home (at the Deportation Centre)â by Warsan Shire
âLitany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Outâ by Richard Siken
âLimited but Fertile Possibilities Are Offered by This Brochureâ by Marge Piercy
âThe Thing Isâ by Ellen Bass
âMad Girl's Love Songâ by Sylvia Plath
âThe Centuryâs Declineâ by Wislawa Szymborska
âA Primer For The Small Weird Lovesâ by Richard Siken
âUnpainted Doorâ by Louise GlĂŒck
âSpring has come back againâ by Rainer Maria Rilke
âHomesicknessâ by Marina Tsvetaeva
âDon't Hesitateâ by Mary Oliver
âThere's a certain Slant of lightâ by Emily Dickinson
âPoem for Harukoâ by June Jordan
âTo Be Human Is to Sing Your Own Songâ by Mary Oliver
âToward a City That Singsâ by June Jordan
âEdward the Confessorâ by Eileen Myles (under the cut because I couldn't find it online)
Edward the Confessor by Eileen Myles
I have a confession to make I wish there were some role in society I could fulfill I could be a confessor I have a confession to make I have this way when I step into the bakery on 2nd Ave. of wanting to be the only really nice person in the store so the harried sales woman with several toned hair will like me. I do this in all kinds of stores, coffee shops xerox shops, everywhere I go. And invariably I leave my keys, xeroxing, my coffee from the last place I am being so nice. I try so hard to make a great impression on these neutral strangers right down to the perfect warm smile I get entirely lost and stagger back out onto the street, bereft of something major. Itâs really leaning too hard on the everyday. My mother was the kind of woman who dragging us into stores always seemed to charm the pants off the cashier. She was such a great person, so human though at home she was such a bitch, I mean really distant. I imitate her and I donât do it well. She didnât leave her wallet or us in a store. Iâm just a pale imitation it is simply not my style to open the hearts of strangers to my true personhood. I hope you accept this tiny confession of what I am currently going through. And if you are experiencing something of a similar nature tell someone, not me, but tell someone. Itâs the new human program to be in. It would be nice for at least these final moments if we could sigh with the relief of being in the same program with all the other humans whispering in school. I canât quite locate the terror, but I am trying to be my mother or Edward the Confessor smiling down on you with up-praying hands. I am looking down at the tips of my boots as I step across the balcony of the church excited to be allowed to say these things. Outside my church is a relationship. On 11th street this guy and this woman are selling the woman so they can get more dope. All their things are there, rags and loaves of bread and make-up. And there wasâ this was incredible. Two men lying by the door of the church giving each other blow-jobs. They were sort of street guys, one black one white. I said hey you canât do that here. They jumped up, one spit come out of his mouth. If you donât get out of here Iâll call the cops. Donât call the cops weâll go, weâll leave. That was a shock. That was more than I expected to see in a day. Something about seeing the guy spit come out of his mouth. He didnât have to do that. I guess I scared him. I couldnât believe my eyes. I was scared too.
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