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Spooky and old, but also beautiful

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this is immensely funny to me

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this is immensely funny to me

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What’s the mood Today?

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when my brother was a kid he had a Sword Phase & he used to walk around with a real ass sword & just like sit around holding it & one day a mysterious Jab Hole appeared in the ceiling & nobody could figure out where it came from until my dad noticed my brother laying on the couch watching tv holding this sword up vertically & was like Wait A Minute .

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When I was little, my mom told me that throwing your chewing gum out the car window was the good and moral thing to do because it patched up people's flat tires for them, and to this day, I think it's one of the funniest lies anyone's ever told a child for no reason.

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Good morning to bitches who cant remember half their life

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I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

Edit: here's the visualizer for this piece

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i hate when people start asking what sign i am. I am a sign from god. start running.

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blue

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green

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i don’t think we can gaslight gatekeep girlboss our way out of this one boys

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Mutaz Essa Barshim and Gianmarco Tamberi decided to share the title in the men’s high jump.