coletteporrete
coletteporrete
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coletteporrete · 7 hours ago
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
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coletteporrete · 7 hours ago
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this comment on this video...
also watch babygirl right now.
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coletteporrete · 5 days ago
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Black billed magpie
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coletteporrete · 5 days ago
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But once God saw that he existed, he was not amused. Sheer existence horrified him, because he recognized that nothingness is better than being. So God longed for nothingness. Since, however, he could not immediately negate his existence, he decided on a suicide by proxy. God would destroy himself through other things, by creating the world and fragmenting his existence into a multitude of individual things. To achieve his goal of complete non-existence, the total serenity of nothingness, God had to create the world as the necessary means toward his self-destruction.
Frederick C. Beiser, Weltschmerz: Pessimism in German Philosophy, 1860 - 1900
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coletteporrete · 5 days ago
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coletteporrete · 5 days ago
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this is what it means to be human
Everything, Mary Oliver
The Breathing, Denise Levertov
A Prayer by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski
Like a Small Café, That’s Love by Mahmoud Darwish (translated by Mohammad Shaheen)
Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara
Eating Together by Li-Young Lee
The Orange by Wendy Cope
The Quiet Machine, Ada Limón
To Go Mad, Paruyr Sevak
Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro
Hammond B3 Organ Cistern, Gabrielle Calvocoressi
Peace XVIII, Khalil Gibran
Your Unripe Love, Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")
Here and Now by Peter Balakian
Ich finde dich (I find you) by Rainer Maria Rilke
The Thing Is by Ellen Bass
One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
I Want to Write Something So Simply by Mary Oliver
What's Not to Love by Brendan Constantine
Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva
You Are Tired (I Think) by E. E. Cummings
Living With the News by W.S.Merwin
What the Living Do by Marie Howe
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coletteporrete · 5 days ago
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"I held you once...", Tathev Simonyan
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coletteporrete · 6 days ago
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coletteporrete · 6 days ago
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Celtic tradition holds that the earth’s geography contains “thin places.” Heaven and earth are only three feet apart, the adage goes, but in such liminal zones, the distance is even less. Thin places are thought to be those areas where the temporal and spiritual converge, where the invisible and visible worlds coalesce. It could be a mountain or a river, some geographic axis, some threshold of rock, earth, or water, some pleat in the river or fold in the land that has the capacity to advance human spirit. It might be a place that becomes the site for a temple or monastery or shrine, but it could just as well be the snow settling on a frozen lake, an eclipsed sky, an unexpected conversation. Thin places refer not simply to geographic features but to how these allow people spatial and psychic realignment.
Akiko Busch, How to Disappear
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coletteporrete · 6 days ago
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ABBOTT AND COSTELLO MEET FRANKENSTEIN (1948)
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coletteporrete · 6 days ago
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coletteporrete · 6 days ago
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dilo tata
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͙ೃ࿔ ⋆♡⋆.˚♡⋆.˚♡⋆.˚♡⋆.˚♡⋆.˚♡⋆.˚♡⋆.˚♡⋆.˚♡⋆.˚♡ ⋆.˚♡⋆.˚ ͙ೃ࿔
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coletteporrete · 6 days ago
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these are from a bouquet i picked back in january 11th while visiting a new area in my neighborhood. it will soon be full of houses and cars. but for now there are pretty flowers i can dry out and scan
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coletteporrete · 6 days ago
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i'll never get over this road
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coletteporrete · 6 days ago
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how’s that house that raised you?
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coletteporrete · 6 days ago
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fine, you can steal my art, you can steal my words, you can even try to steal my personality and all the traits that i embody, but you will never be able to be me.
after all, divinity lies in the original creator — you will always be a lacklustre and fake carbon copy with no soul or originality.
how sad it is to be someone like you, who’d resort to thievery instead of nurturing one’s own creativity.
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coletteporrete · 6 days ago
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