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“Bilingualism strikes me as a kind of synesthesia. Instead of seeing colors associated with letters and words, instead of hearing melodies, what I hear with language is the play and echo of the other language. The option to say it differently, and thus to live it differently. Language is not only a means of communication or description. It’s a framework in which we process existence. Yi writes: “It is hard to feel in an adopted language, yet it is impossible in my native language.” As every bilingual person and translator knows, there are certain words—a feeling, a way of being—that is absent in one language but perfectly brought to life in another. A word that, by existing, gives permission to be. What if you need that which does not exist in your language?”

— Yoojin Grace Wuertz, “Mother Tongue”

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萩原 卓哉／Hagihara Takuya

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i shoot my shot by including you in the fake scenarios in my head before bed

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Photo by Haarkon

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Smol gang here to tell u that everything will be okay!

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Rickie Lee Jones and Sal Bernardi, 1981 Annie Leibovitz

Quite possibly one of my favorite photographs of all time.

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“Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.”

— Nayyirah Waheed

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just once in my life i wanna get up in the morning without going through the full seven stages of grief first

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when fka twigs said “I didn’t know that you were lonely. If you’d have just told me, I’d be home with you” gutted....

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Oumie Jammeh via @sainachune on Instagram

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My PIN number to this day is my second grade best friends birthday. There are people I don’t talk to anymore whose families are still in my prayers. There are shirts I wear to bed from exes of 8 years ago who are married now with kids. And I haven’t found a macaroni salad recipe better than my college boyfriend’s mom’s. Our lives are made up of so many people and when people become parts of our lives, some parts remain long after they leave. And in the same exact way, it’s comforting to know there are so many lives you’re still a part of that you have no idea about.

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Zaira, 2020, LA

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Nada Malanima at Sanremo, 1971