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Dolls and puppets by Jusaburo Tsujimura

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in this essay, i will explain why queer people are obsessed with goth couples that are infatuated with each other & how they are the standard

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TENDER WOUNDS

bruised thumb

burn scar wrists

chipped mug

cold tea in the sink

ready salted cheeks

damp in the sun

c-shaped

fingernail imprints

into tender palms

insurance insecurities

know where the foundations crumble

weight watchers magazine

cut out typology scrapbook

carb killer combos

drunk tears into alternative arms

oh wont you kiss it better mummy

make the pain go away

sour stance in a hugging embrace

communication crashes

sniper jabbed questions

september sell by dates

beckoning on the calandar

hoping by then

the bruise on my thumb will fade

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Already ready to miss you

its always there

tucked up inside my heart

the pitter patter of pain

a touch of sorrow

a constant miss you in my lungs

weighing down my b&h breath

words caught in the tar yellow filter

solitude in silence as we stand together

i miss you even when youre here

as laughter catches in throats and thoughts

grip on my forearm as it carries you away

the tug of tomorrow shadowing today

i miss you already

before youve even left

tear duct filling in the car ride home

articulation unavailable

choking on time

theres a maw in my heart

a chasm of dispair

its the grief of missing you

even as you're still there

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words: angie sijun lou, “jennifer gives me a chill pill”, art : @oozins / the front bottoms - swimming pool / the descendants (2011) / charles bukowski, selected letters: 1965-1970 v2 / alexandra sophie - and the ocean loved her back, 2013 / stevie smith, “not waving but drowning” / alyssa monks - trust and charade, 2010 / ted hughes, “god help the wolves after whom the dogs do not bark” / friedrich heyser - ophelia, 19th c.

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“Madness as a defense against terror. Madness as a defense against grief.”

— Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

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Disconnection // Drifting

side show spinning

watching the ride turn

lights whirl behind the reflection

bag holder, odd seat, pavement trail

keep back fence posts

lions enclosure double spaced

jump the gap to bridge the fall

stop the spin before it rolls away

speak out and let them in

they dont need you

lost and found friendship bracelet

unsaid eulogy echos

away from the crowds

wallow in the ghost town

let them drift away

breakdown blackout blackstar

soak in the void

no other hold than in shadow

door closeing no one there

anniversary antithesis

the dead horse rides again

tattoo forgotten memories

onto puffed out red eyes

left behind down below

recognise the replacements

unfamiliar returns

let them all ease away

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Stop attacking the past versions of you. They were doing their best at the time and they got you here. It’s amazing how much progress you’ve made and how much you’ve grown but please don’t think your past self lacked worth in any way.

─ Fabeha Ali

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A Conversation with the Moon

I had a conversation with the Moon last night. Exchanged stories of life. The sights, sounds, delights of my adventures under the careful eye of light. Well. Maybe the word ‘conversation’ implies the moon was able to reply. How does one describe a conversation with no words It might sound impossible to those who don’t dream, but I know it can occur. As I recall, we used to talk like that A raised eyebrow. An occasional sigh. Your laughter. Without a word, I knew what you meant. It’s been a while since we last spoke like that. It’s been a while since we last spoke. But I know we don’t need words to communicate. Tonight I told the Moon I hoped they were doing well. That they were able to spend time with the stars and find comfort in the constellations. Told them I saw two dogs outside the market that reminded me of my old friend Reggie. And rambled about how I could barely handle the 90-degree heat. I prayed for Moon and their family and spoke silently as if the crickets would overhear I hope one day, I won’t be the only one talking to the moon. I miss hearing the Moon’s voice. But I understand. It doesn’t make me sad. All I have to do is hold onto these stories. Lay them out to collect color and age with beauty for the next full moon. And I can always wait until then.

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KEATON ST. JAMES (or @boykeats)

September Affirmation (Don’t Be Afraid), published on tumblr on 3 September 2016;

original photos and edit

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I have no recollection of writing this? Was I okay?

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sandra cisneros, the house on mango street / tatyana nilovna yablonskaya - morning, 1954 / anatoly levitin- warm day, 1957 / harry sutton palmer - a cottage garden, 20th c. / phoebe bridgers, i know the end / sarah abraham - one fine morning, 2013 / theo gosselin - denver morning 5, 2015 / gaston bachelard, the poetics of space / federico zandomeneghi - in bed, 1878 / laura ingalls wilder /colley wisson- morning light kyneton australia, 21st c. / @gabi_wahl on instagram / lauren jolly roberts - cecile’s garden, 2006 / maya angelou, all god’s children need traveling shoes

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you’ve heard of ghosts as repetitions of memory now get ready for ghosts as the absence of memory

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divine passion, oc. 2021

kisses and tenderness, my beloved

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Maldha Mohamed.

Astounding paintings that combine realism and texture by artist Maldha Mohamed, who lives and works in Maldives.

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i’m fully and wholly yours

tear me apart to put me back

take my heart out for detours

hope you give it without a crack

ruin me without the distress

pray to the holy spirits of you

i’ll stand there in my nicest dress

and hope you see me as a true

i’m fully and endlessly yours

but who’s to say you’re mine..

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Patricia Lockwood, No One is Talking About This