The murder of crows judging you from outside your window. Any pronouns
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Made a mouthwashing animation yayyy
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I should be allowed to just say “I adore you” and “I love you” and “I want to keep you in my life for as long as possible” to my friends whenever I want without it being overbearing. I’m thinking it lovingly at people. I’m beaming my overwhelming affection into my friends via undetectable radio waves
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I see a lot of people talk about accepting the ultimate truth -- people die one day, and sometimes, they are our loved ones. And I see people who continue to ask the reason why we fear losing someone if we know that death is inevitable. Now that I think about it, I don't think it's necessarily the fear. It's the burden of stories we share with someone that we have to carry alone after them. Carrying memories for two can be heavy, and sometimes, they can make you lonely. I think it's the unpreparedness to take such a weighted responsibility that scare people.
Sabina Yesmin
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One of my favourite bits of media history trivia is that back in the Elizabethan period, people used to publish unauthorised copies of plays by sending someone who was good with shorthand to discretely write down all of the play's dialogue while they watched it, then reconstructing the play by combining those notes with audience interviews to recover the stage directions; in some cases, these unauthorised copies are the only record of a given play that survives to the present day. It's one of my favourites for two reasons:
It demonstrates that piracy has always lay at the heart of media preservation; and
Imagine being the 1603 equivalent of the guy with the cell phone camera in the movie theatre, furtively scribbling down notes in a little book and hoping Shakespeare himself doesn't catch you.
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Then I met you and unavoidably you were special.
Anne Sexton, from ‘A Self-Portrait in Letters’ — W. D. Snodgrass, 31st August 1958
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my ability to be scared despite literally nothing happening knows no bounds
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at least there’s fucking friends. at least there’s people who love you in this godforsaken world
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FRAGILE
When I was little you wrapped me in bubble wrap and placed fragile labels all over me.
Every step came with a warning that if I went too far I would be lost forever.
Now I'm 20 and can barely leave my room cause every step comes with an ever growing fear,
And I know you wanted to keep me safe and your intention wasn't to fill me with fear of the unknown.
But with every lecture about being an adult now
I feel like yelling out about how it was you that made me in to this mess
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Rose petals
The first night we kissed, lying in my small single bed, there were roses on my altar. Those beautiful red roses that I had put out praying to be blessed by the gods with a love so pure and untainted. I took them and picked off the petals one by one carefully so as not to rip or break the love between us that I thought maybe were held delicately, in those fragile flowers. I put them in a jar under my bed to stay unwithering. Maybe I hoped if I was able to keep them our love would last a lifetime. Sweet teenage love kept safe in a jar under my bed. But maybe I slightly ripped one or left the jar not completely sealed cause only a couple of months later we fell apart. A quiet breeze turned into a hurricane and we no longer talk. It's been years since then and I have new flowers on my desk, orchids, ones that last forever that my lover has given to me. But sometimes I still catch a glimpse of the rose petals sat in a new jar on my shelf. My mind wanders back to simpler days watching the sunset and giggling, and wonder that if I had held them more gently or sealed the lid properly how different would it have ended.
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HELLO CAN YOU GUYS HEAR ME!!!!! "GENDER IDENTITY IS REAL"
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I will never get over how weird it feels to have tragic and emotional chapters of your life where you just also still go to work, and the grocery store, and see funny videos online all while feeling such paralyzing fear and heartache
life just goes on no matter what
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you ever know someone and you think “god i love you. i wish we could’ve known eachother when we were carefree and 11. i wish we could’ve played together as kids”
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im always like hehe im so smart i will avoid shame by never doing anything ever but then i feel ashamed of not living and it turns out i didn't escape any sort of discomfort i just traded it in for a less rewarding kind
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unfortunately if you are an old friend of mine i will always care about you no matter what even if we haven't seen each other in forever because i still remember what you were like 7 years ago and i still remember how it felt to be young with you and i still have a lot of love for you in the back of my mind
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I LOVE being alive so I can be mediocre at SO many different hobbies
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haha i like you. I’ll be growing on you like moss now if that’s alright
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