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Where's my Breakfast?

Oil on Panel 30x30 cm

Artist: Daniel Arthur

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Goodnight.

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κατὰ ματθαῖον εὐαγγέλιον | gospel of matthew, ch. 6

[19] Μὴ θησαυρίζετε ὑμῖν θησαυροὺς ἐπὶ τῆς γῆς, ὅπου σὴς καὶ βρῶσις ἀφανίζει, καὶ ὅπου κλέπται διορύσσουσιν καὶ κλέπτουσιν: [20] θησαυρίζετε δὲ ὑμῖν θησαυροὺς ἐν οὐρανῷ, ὅπου οὔτε σὴς οὔτε βρῶσις ἀφανίζει, καὶ ὅπου κλέπται οὐ διορύσσουσιν οὐδὲ κλέπτουσιν: [21] ὅπου γάρ ἐστιν ὁ θησαυρός σου, ἐκεῖ ἔσται [καὶ] ἡ καρδία σου.

[19] Do not store your treasures here on earth, where moths and rust will devour them, and thieves will break in to steal them:

[20] But store your treasures in heaven, where no moths or rust can devour them, and where no thieves can break in to steal them:

[21] For wherever you keep your treasures is also where your heart is.

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FILMS in 2024: 13 | Suzume すずめの戸締まり (2022) — dir. Makoto Shinkai

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Makoto Shinkai: Sky

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suzume is just. you are the places you leave haunted. you are a stranger’s mercy. you hold your own hand. you are everybody’s tragedy and everybody’s love

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this next cup of coffee will fix me going on this walk around the neighbourhood will fix me this hot shower in the dark will fix me listening to this song again for the 90th time will fix me yelling at passing cars from behind my closed window will fix me blasting a movie at 60% volume will fix me laying on the floor will fi

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my therapist: so is there anything you'd like to talk about today?

me: [thinking about staying up until 2am overthinking every word I've ever said and depriving myself of basic needs because I've convinced myself that I don't deserve it and how I spend all my energy fighting intrusive thoughts and therefore can't do anything productive which lowers my self esteem which makes me overthink which-]

me: nah, I'm good.

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Let me rest goddamnit

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Arowana Dragon

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when a person who defines herself by writing stops writing, she becomes a compilation of leftovers, the disjointed sum of the rest of her parts.

—suzanne rivecca, "ugly, bitter, and true"

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"I don't know what's going to come out of me," I told her. "It has to be perfect. It has to be irreproachable in every way." "Why?" she said. "To make up for it," I said. "To make up for the fact that it's me."

—Suzanne Rivecca, "Ugly, Bitter, and True"

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Maria Gray, from “Bad Nostalgia”

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i can fly but i want her wings i can shine even in the darkness but i crave the light that she brings revel in the songs that she sings

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your kiss finds me out nothing left to hide plunging the depths of me and when our bodies join it's like whole galaxies collide what greater love could there be

so talk to me of love and all you fear i wanna give you everything cos heaven brought us here to love with all we are

we find a place beyond time and space too big to ever quite contain i know the moment that i saw your face all the twists and turns that led me here were not in vain oh not in vain

talk to me of love and all you fear i wanna give you everything cos heaven brought us here to love with all we are

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She’s not my girlfriend. This woman is more to me than you can dream. She’s the moon when I’m lost in darkness, and warmth when I shiver in cold. And her kiss still thrills me even after millennia. Her heart overflows with the kindness of which this world is not worthy. I love this woman beyond measure and reason. She’s not my girlfriend. She’s all and she’s more.