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It’s weird to think that some people aren’t daydreaming 24/7 and creating all kinds of stories and worlds in their heads. Do you mean that when you’re listening to music or walking somewhere your mind is just blank? Sounds weird.

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what if I just decided to live without shame. what then

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Silvia Novitello

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sorry i cant do that right now im having a year long moment

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via gigicastellani xo

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violentwavesofemotion:

There is life without love.  It is not worth a bent penny, or a scuffed shoe.  It is not worth the body of a dead dog nine days unburied.  When you hear, a mile away and still out of sight, the churn of the water as it begins to swirl and roil, fretting around the sharp rocks – when you hear that unmistakable pounding – when you feel the mist on your mouth and sense ahead the embattlement, the long falls plunging and steaming – then row, row for your life toward it.

―Mary Oliver, “West Wind #2” in West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems.  Mariner Books, 1998

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simultaneously underwhelmed and overwhelmed with life

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Mimosa Echard

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“I wish to be evenly lit but like morning, there is always one part that feels especially dark. And in my own bed, I am tied to the dark parts so that I wish myself fully awake, if only to be less tired. But today, I do not wish to wander around myself because there is only one place to get lost in.”

— Kallie Falandays, from “I Wish to Be Evenly Lit,” CutBank (no. 82, 2014)

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If there is such a thing as fate, it's not that life is already written and we're simply unwitting figures in lines of spiritual code--it's that we are at the mercy of things imposed on us in childhood.

— Simon Van Booy, from The Presence of Absence (Godine, 2022)

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Walk in the Winter Forest by Marina Fomina

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“You know the ache of hiding, of pretending to believe something, of words in conflict with the spirit. It does something to the soul—not in time but immediately and every time—when by choice or bondage or shame we are dragged out of ourselves into a miraged self. That journey erodes the marrow of the soul. The miraged self has no concern for the sound of the genuine in you, for the body, for the mind. It will not breathe for you. Do not be deceived; it does not want you hidden, it wants you dead. It is not dress-up; it is suffocation—a murderous exile. To survive it, we must gain a certain loyalty to our selfhood. We must free the part of ourselves that seeks to protect the self.”

— Cole Arthur Riley, from This Here Flesh: Spirituality, Liberation, and the Stories That Make Us (Hodder & Stoughton , 2022)

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“New York Address” by Linda Gregg