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bible study by Tony Hoagland

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last night i was drunk on mulled wine and I gifted myself this gif for christmas by saving it to my phone and then i forgot and woke up and found it merry christmas to me

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The Lantern Bearers, 1908

Artist: Maxfield Parrish

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'The Beauty and the Beast' illustrated by Angela Barrett.

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“Europe’s heart is elegant and dead.”

— Tomaž Šalamun, “Functions”  (via landscape-photo-graphy)

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Dunya Mikhail, from Diary of a wave outside the sea (trans. Elizabeth Winslow and Dunya Mikhail) [ID'd]

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— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

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low key i wanted to be your woman i wanted to be your man i wanted to be something you could understand

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I’M GOING BACK TO MINNESOTA WHERE SADNESS MAKES SENSE

by Danez Smith

O California, don’t you know the sun is only a god if you learn to starve for him? I’m bored with the ocean I stood at the lip of it, dressed in down, praying for snow I know, I’m strange, too much light makes me nervous at least in this land where the trees always bear green. I know something that doesn’t die can’t be beautiful. Have you ever stood on a frozen lake, California? The sun above you, the snow & stalled sea — a field of mirror all demanding to be the sun too, everything around you is light & it’s gorgeous & if you stay too long it will kill you & it’s so sad, you know? You’re the only warm thing for miles & the only thing that can’t shine.

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I miss you, I'm sorry // I Love You, I'm Sorry parallels

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”God made all man in his image, honey I’m- I’m no man, I’m what’s left when children go to war” is one of those song lyrics that I’ll never be normal about

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there it goes - maisie peters

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i need to go back. i can’t remember all the names i gave my toys. i’m forgetting what drawings i put up in my childhood bedroom. did my best friend ever finishing making that board that goes up to 1000? the faces of my elementary school friends and teachers are becoming a blur but i still remember how the sun felt on my face during recess during those crisp autumns. when did my mom get older? how did my little brother get so tall? we never have enough time do we? my mom has a framed picture of me in 2nd grade all dressed up for my chorus concert. it’s still 2007 and my little brother is still my little brother.

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Flashes of a Feeling by Holly Warburton // Abstract (Psychopomp) by Hozier