happy international women’s day!!!
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girls and the inherent loneliness they have felt all their lives
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𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺,
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: July 1. Too tired. END ID]
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Then, too, at sea—to use a homely but expressive phrase—you miss a man so much. A dozen men are shut up together in a little bark, upon the wide, wide sea, and for months and months see no forms and hear no voices but their own, and one is taken suddenly from among them, and they miss him at every turn. It is like losing a limb. There are no new faces or new scenes to fill up the gap. There is always an empty berth in the forecastle, and one man wanting when the small night watch is mustered. There is one less to take up the wheel, and one less to lay out with you upon the yard. You miss his form, and the sound of his voice, for habit had made them almost necessary to you, and each of your senses feels the loss.
—a sailor's diary entry, on losing a shipmate, ca. 1834 (from Two Years Before the Mast by Richard Henry Dana Jr.)
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I'm not sure what I like more, the simplicity of the first layer or the shiny final colors ✨
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The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1923–1927
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The BEST thing Live Action ATLA has done is make Zuko keep a diary. Like that is far too in-character. You know it is filled with the most angsty reflections ever, there are tear stains and burn marks on the pages, like "I am losing my sense of humanity" with glitter pen levels. He saw a turtleduck once and it was effervescent. There are flowers pressed in there, terrible awful poetry.
The most important part is he does not call it his diary, it is his super cool war journal that is NOT about feelings it is (supposedly) about the war, the Avatar and his bending progression.
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i sit in the sun. i drink tea. i recieve a message from my friend. i read a book. i take a walk. i fall in love with life a little bit.
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i just really love strangers who smile so brightly at you for no actual reason
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𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: Began things that went wrong. But I will not give up in spite of insomnia, headaches, a general incapacity. END ID]
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