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you’re so real for that tbh !!!!

beep beep sometimes when you have been in survival mode for a long time the parts of you dedicated to Wanting Things atrophy and you forget how to envision a future that feels rewarding because you are busy with the business of staying alive, and it can seem like your life must be pointless because you can’t imagine any long term goals. sometimes even when you leave survival mode you can’t remember how to Want Things. that doesn’t mean you need to give up on having a good and fulfilling life, it just means that Wanting Things is a muscle you need to gradually strengthen. the part of you that has dreams and aspirations is still there, it just fell asleep, but if you wiggle it enough it can and will regain feeling. it’s okay to start small

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“Action Origami” - Andrea Cohen

How much can you do with one piece of paper— creasing, tearing, adding volume with air? You can make a mythic sea monster toppling a tall ship in high, high seas, as my seatmate in 30C did in sixteen hours. He was from Saipan, an island advertised as a pearl arrived at by sea or air. This should have been a six- hour trip from Boston to San Francisco, but mostly we sat on the tarmac, iced in, waiting, as I did in a similar but different blizzard in ’83, on a People’s Express flight from Logan to JFK. I was going to Park Ave to see a specialist in what I had. We called it homosexuality then, or my parents did, and my father was convinced it was his fault, on account of his queer cousin in Augusta, and his schizophrenic brother. I was going to the specialist for them, was going to die in the plane crash for them, and wouldn’t they feel like hell? Well, I didn’t die then, but learned to call all we didn’t comprehend gaps in understanding, becoming as those with fortune do, more of who I was. No one is more than one sheet thrown to the wind, folded and refolded, becoming what the person beside her might never believe possible. The man from Saipan has a window seat, he has clouds and a stack of boarding passes fastened with a rubber band, like an out-sized deck of playing cards, evidence of all the flights he’s taken this year. It’s the end of December. Flights are different from places. Places are different from people. In half a million miles, he’s seen mostly the inside of planes and terminals. He says, I like being in the air, without saying what happened on the ground, but it must have been something, don’t you think, something makes a man crave to be in transit, to swill chocolate milk and vodka from a paper cup, to count passage in hundreds of thousands of miles, to squeeze himself into a metal tube the way my grandparents, tumbling into each other at the department store where they worked, in Pittsburgh, in 1926, tucked love letters into pneumatic tubes from ladies’ hats to men’s attire. People ought to be love letters, we ought to get sent at Mach speeds to someone who, tenderly, will tear us open, will reread us constantly and continuously, and the man from Saipan hands me the sea and the ship and the sea monster ready to make everything veer off course, and I ask him to sign it, and he does, with xx, the way a man who can’t write does, or like one signaling, via shorthand— with love.

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Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance

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i love nature.

Oregon Coast on film by Dillon Jenkins

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Couples dance in the streets of Carriacou in the Grenadine Islands, 1979.

Photo by Cotton Coulson

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Stem and vein to spine and scale is where leaf and snake meet. Both move with a graceful fluidity that I can only crave and dream to be from a distance.

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cats; misunderstood creatures of benevolence, human-tolerators, furniture-scratchers, food-beggars, creatures of routine that bug you when it is interrupted or derailed. Often they are disliked or even hated for their distaste towards humans but that is why I find them charming, refreshing and why they are my favourite animals by far. We are creatures who destroy, they are creatures who despise the destroyers. We destroy without seeing, they destroy out of necessity. With purpose. To feed. To survive.

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this is completely unrelated to writing (actually i can make it related) but this movie is so good!!!! i saw it last night with my best friend and we both loved it. also i think i’ve found someone to cast as Saola, the MC in my novel. Rachel Zegler would be PERFECTION

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Part ll

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There is already too much going on in the world, so please be kind to one another, help people the best way you can, and remember that you should treat yourself with the same kindness you give others and you should ask for help when in need of it. Please don't shy away from doing extra good things to others and to yourself too. We all need more compassion and kindness in our lives at this time.

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me!!!!!

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this is epic.

Dwarfs can hear a weapons voice, Swords speak in vigor, Bows speak with precision, Hammers are blunt and to the point. But when a Dwarf found an old human tank, as their fingers ran across its barrel it heard it say a tired firm voice “I will watch until I am needed again”

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i dunno if it’s just me but the house in the cerulean sea low-key reminds me of the raven cycle. my babies <33

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my crazy ass’ love for ravens is thrilled to see this. kind of want to give this prompt a go, maybe turn it into more of my own thing?

You always got strange looks whenever you fed the neighborhood ravens. “I give them food, they give me company,” you’d say. One day, a raven excitedly comes up to you and whispers, “A neighbor plots against you, my lord.”

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i feel like i’m a burden to the one person who understands me more than anyone else… isn’t that such a sad thing?

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you’re not alone in the universe. at the very least, you have libraries, flowers, strawberries, poetry, stars, and the moon.

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charlie is me if someone compliments me. or does the bare minimum in a relationship😭

blushy embarrassed Charlie

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TW: mentions of suicide

i don’t know what i would do without him. the one person that keeps me afloat in life.

i’d probably kill myself to be honest. end it all. he’s the only one who truly understands the real me.

i love him a lot, my stepdad. he’s genuinely one of the best people i know, and yeah, he makes mistakes, but doesn’t everyone these days?

i really don’t know what i would do without him. if he left me or died unexpectedly. i don’t like to think about that. it makes me cry.

i love my stepdad.