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Courtney Bush

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Grace Byron

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Grace Byron

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Anyone care to explain?

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Eliza Griswold

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patriarchy is about the sexual subordination of women and the property rights of men over women and children. male supremacists are going after no-fault divorce, abortion and seeking to punish childfree women because all of those concepts thwart men from utilizing women and children as property. think of patriarchy aa a series of property claims that men enforce over nature and the social world.

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A Grief Observed.

C.S. Lewis

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“Don’t worry about appearing sentimental. Worry about being unavailable; worry about being absent or fraudulent. Risk being unliked. Tell the truth as you understand it.”             — Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird 

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Eliza Griswold

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“Nearly all of our faults are more forgivable than the means we use to hide them.”

— François de La Rochefoucauld, Moral Reflections

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the sensual world. louise glück

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Went on a run in rosendale today past all these little caves that emanated cool air (mist?) and kept me from overheating for a good portion of the run. Anyway my roommate just told me that there is a whole cave network and if you were to buy a can of mushroom soup in the states in the mid 20th century the mushrooms were almost 100 percent grown in one of these caves. I love facts like these but they make me want to go down endless rabbit holes and find out all the facts like these and i get really overwhelmed by the extent of things i dont know that i might want to find out and feel suddenly like im running out of time and dont know where to start which is ridiculous. I get the same feeling going into a bookstore.

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“None of this is important—and still— I have a photograph of you… when we ate an orange in bed. What month was that in? What did you want from me? Every book is a book, is a thing you feel by yourself. You are here. I am alone in this poem. The window open all day: rain on the white desk, wood floor, that strange curve on the back of your head (only I knew). Sometimes I go outside just to feel movement. Is that why you live here? Did you imagine your life would turn out this way? It takes the way someone asks a question to know if you really want to know them. You were blond once. So handsome. And the streets kept their names, and that restaurant closed and I found the right film when I needed nothing. Where is he going with this? Where were you? How you approached the water and never went in it. I’m telling you it’s not cold. It’s not cold anymore. Today it’s perfect out there. The tea’s tea, there’s work, pills, unsent messages, empty glasses. A lot of things to say with one body (unlikely).”

Alex Dimitrov, Together and by Ourselves

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Will never get over this part of Paradise by Morrison......