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my spotify discover weekly playlist has officially lost its damn mind

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Roe Deer/rådjur. Värmland, Sweden (August 1, 2023).

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do you tend to forget your dreams or remember them vividly?

I remember them pretty vividly honestly. Like even just last night I had a dream I was back in high school and got every single question on a math-physics-art exam wrong and I was so miserable I woke up grimacing like I was about to cry 😭 but yes I can still remember dreams from months, years ago…

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The Cinnamon Peeler’s Wife

by Michael Ondaatje

If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed and leave the yellow bark dust on your pillow.

Your breasts and shoulders would reek you could never walk through markets without the profession of my fingers floating over you. The blind would stumble certain of whom they approached though you might bathe under rain gutters, monsoon.

Here on the upper thigh at this smooth pasture neighbor to your hair or the crease that cuts your back. This ankle. You will be known among strangers as the cinnamon peeler’s wife.

I could hardly glance at you before marriage never touch you –your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers. I buried my hands in saffron, disguised them over smoking tar, helped the honey gatherers…

When we swam once I touched you in water and our bodies remained free, you could hold me and be blind of smell. You climbed the bank and said

this is how you touch other women the grasscutter’s wife, the lime burner’s daughter. And you searched your arms for the missing perfume and knew what good is it to be the lime burner’s daughter left with no trace as if not spoken to in an act of love as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.

You touched your belly to my hands in the dry air and said I am the cinnamon peeler’s wife. Smell me.

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Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"

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who do you have in mind for roma werewolves 👀

Well Totti obviously and the other person?? Maybe De Rossi??? I really don’t know yet (I.e. I am open to suggestions wink wink nudge nudge)

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well after watching a singular video I’ve learned that cannavaro was called angel face so I guess that’s something

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Paolo Maldini (x)

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"Sometimes while I ride the subway I try to look at each person and imagine what they look like to someone who is totally in love with them. I think everyone has had someone look at them that way, whether it was a lover, or a parent, or a friend, whether they know it or not. It's a wonderful thing, to look at someone to whom I would never be attracted and think about what looking at them feels like to someone who is devouring every part of their image, who has invisible strings that are connected to this person tied to every part of their body. I think this fun pastime is a way of cultivating compassion. It feels good to think about people that way, and to use that part of my mind that I think is traditionally reserved for a tiny portion of people I'll meet in my life to appreciate the general public. I wish I thought about people like this more often. I think it's the opposite of what our culture teaches us to do. We prefer to pick people apart to find their flaws. Cultivating these feelings of love or appreciation for random people, and even for people I don't like, makes me a more forgiving and appreciative person toward myself and people I love. Also, it's just a really excellent pastime."

— Dean Spade, from his essay For Lovers and Fighters

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I had a dream someone wrote a poem about me but since it’s my dream doesn’t that just mean I wrote a poem about myself