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For her

the ocean was more than a dream,

it was a place

she needed to visit to find herself.

and when she returned

to the city,

you could see

the sun in her eyes,

the wind in her hair,

and taste the infinite salt

on her lips.

-jose chaves

thoughts: i feel deeply connected to this poem, a poem i randomly stumbled upon when i was younger and was intensely searching for myself. it s been a lot of time since then, a lot of trial and error, but now i can proudly say that u can see the sun in my eyes, the wind in my hair and taste the salt on my lips.

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hunter schafer for Paper Magazine........art.

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jules: babe, i’m not grabbing your boob, i’m grabbing your heart

rue: that’s my right boob tho

jules: babe

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You're 100% wrong if u think I won't stretch my neck upwards for 30 solid minutes so i can look at the sky because I am desperately trying to see every star even tho my neck is already sore bc I just did that

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IN THIS ESSAY I WILL DIE AND BE REBORN A THOUSAND TIMES

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EUPHORIA Trouble Don’t Last Always

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when growing up me and my dad and my brother played a game at Home Depot called “Don’t let me see you while I shop.” The rules were that I had to follow my dad around the huge Home Depot but be out of sight the whole time. This game was extremely fun for me for some reason (we also called it the “Super Spy game”) and extremely useful for my dad.

Anyway, later on I realized I could just wonder off and not necessarily follow him around and still win. This is the story of how I used to go directly into the Home Depot lights section and just immediately dissociate like I entered a fairy wonder land for hours on end.

In short:

me: 

childhood truly is a special time.

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btch i can't - - - - - - - - - - - -

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I be like “im trying my best” and then sleep 15 hours a day

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it s giving "aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe"

Concept: Taking a midnight drive down a deserted dirt road, surrounded by nothing but open fields, a lake, and a clear night sky decorated by only the brightest stars. You decide to pull over and we lay on the hood of the car so we can stargaze. You point out your favorite constellations but I can’t stop looking at the faces you make when you talk about the universe.

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1st of nov 2021

worse than ever

my tears r making patterns i ll never see again

i m drifting off, like i think i never will

the dead belongs among the living

the bad belongs among the good

i m learning to coexist with the achilles heel.

even with the world on fire

i m waiting on the tooth fairy to visit the icecube i live in

so i can get her money

and buy myself a lighter

to melt the ice around me

and put out the fire of the world.

meaning: fighting global warming (aka the action of the whole society) while fighting inner demons.

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soarele si luna (global warming edition)

lumea e cerul,

acolo sunt stelele și tu, luna

eu, însă, sunt soarele

și nu te văd niciodată.

frunzele sunt reci,

inima mi-e gheață

și tot încerc să revin la viață,

poate reușesc într-o altă dimineață,

dar cum mai încălzesc pământul?

dacă eu sunt rece tot

când tot el m-a omorât,

iar stelele nici n-au rușine,

n-au habar că tot el m-a omorât.

sensul fara sens: poezie, care initial era despre cum nu ne vedem alesul, dar a devenit despre moartea soarelui adusa in desfășurare de pamant (oameni) prin acțiuni nestiute de stele (mediu).

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in the black eye moonlight

i am blinking my mind off,

the many words i m thinking

have no place to rest,

let me bury them in u

so i can at best,

find the peace within

and then i may one day

write u another

as our very own to hold

together at last of breath.

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only goes one way this time

tie me loose and lose me tight

caress me with a punch

kiss me through a bite

strike me with a soft touch

load the gun, don t pull the trigger

make your somedays my todays

no worries if it's late

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god is a woman

for someone, heaven has no body

for others, has no roof

might have pages or no speech,

but for no one s mister god

thus men resemble hell

what if god s a woman?

she

her

look at her!

drinking wine

in a little black dress

red lips and pearl earrings,

knife at hip

to cut your throat

on judgement day

if as humbug, u have sinned

to kiss and feed from breast

a man without a sin

because our god

will always serve as woman.