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My absolute hottest take is that, from a culturally relative perspective, no food is bad. None of it. It's an expression of culture, art, history, ecology, material conditions, subjective taste. It's all inedible pap to somebody and the taste of childhood for someone else. Americans be eating cheesed burger. Pea wet is as good as gravy in Wigan. The French eat snails and the Inuit eat seal, the Germans eat sauerkraut and the Russians drink kvass, the Inca ate cavy and the Romans ate flamingo. People around the world have been eagerly awaiting their serving of simple bread or thin porridge or fermented milk product or pickled whatever-the-fuck since we learned to cook food over fire. We all love the slop we grew up eating. Food is a reflection of millennia of culture and loving human artistic expression. Attempting to extrapolate largely harmless online food banter into actual serious comparative rankings or half-baked critical analyses of cultures based on how much you subjectively don't like what they eat is a miserable way to live. Live a little. Peace and love on the only planet with food.

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— Franz Kafka, from “Letters to Milena.”

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Snigdha Koirala, from "longing so flawed"

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Trista Mateer, from The Dogs I Have Kissed

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on regret

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hyper specific 5am collection about freshman year of college (so far) and the pit it leaves inside your chest !!!!!!

Constantin Émile Meunier, Ophelie / D.H. Lawrence / Sung Hwa Kim, Untitled / pinterest user wuxianspeare / Albert Camus / pinterest user raiiiisha / Ramón Casas, Tired

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i beg you to love me, say that i'm enough, but you tell me— why are you like this? i think there's something wrong with you.

for @shestrying

thanks to @acelania for finding the unknowns!

in image / desperation sits heavy on my tongue, tumblr user tullipsink / mary oliver, ‘north country’ / virginia woolf, letter to violet dickinson / in image / blythe baird, from if my body could speak / Alice in Bed: A Play' by Susan Sontag (link in comment) / lynee rae perkins, criss cross / elena ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay' (trans. Ann Goldstein) / rainer maria rilke, from rilke’s book of hours / in image/ in image

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to love like a dog

ada limón, roadside attractions with the dogs of america // emily wilson, the odyssey // u.k // andrew kane, how to be a dog // mitski, i’m your man // u.k // u.k

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nothin' quite like how a dog loves

let dead dogs lie - silas denver melvin // red dog - elizabeth frink // how to be a dog - andrew kane // domestication syndrome - dhole b // no origin found // for your own good - leah horlick // it will come back - hozier // pleasure - beth cavener // i am a dog. i have blood all over my teeth. - sciencedfiction // same poem as directly previous

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kaveh akbar, 'calling a wolf a wolf' // doc luben, 'love letters or suicide notes' // @/nutnoce, tumblr // 'my body's made of crushed little stars', mitski // @/ojibwa, tumblr // 'spring', mary oliver

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I want to fall asleep to dim lights and tv static.

With the windows open and the holes in my heart stitched tight with

silk ribbon.

-Never Been, @sillylittlegirlfrommars

-6:09, mars*

This Sunday the rain turns cold again and steady but the window is slightly open and there is the vaguest sense of bird song somewhere in the gaps between the buildings

-April Morning, Jonathan Wells

Hope is humiliating & exhausting.

The soul is humiliating & exhausting.

The body is both but louder.

They call it longing because it takes forever.

-Lazar Wolf the Butcher, Jeremy Radin

-@sunsbleeding

I want slow dancing in our kitchen

And screaming in my car,

I don't want to forget the magic

Of sipping tea and playing cards.

-love letters to a stranger, @pen-and-prose-nw

But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I'm speechless;

I am living, I remember you.

-What the Living Do, Marie Howe

-126th, @alonnacole

Tonight, once more, life sinks its teeth into my heart.

-Hard Times, Simone de Beauvoir

-21:31, mars*

My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?

-White Nights, Fyodor Dostoevsky

-@alexandraundone

i'm going to heal from this and someday i'll live in an apartment with a sunlit kitchen in a city i love and my best friends around the corner

-@hjarta

-@britomart

there is no unlived life or alternative reality where everything went right.. there is only here and now what are you going to do with it

-@bakwaaas

Ah, but I will leave my bed. Tomorrow I will rise sound and well, and be once more myself....

-Poor Folk, Fyodor Dostoevsky

I used to think I wanted my life back, But this is my life, Gold moments between too much and not enough.

-Alcohol, Joe Bolton

-Medicine Cabinet, Wylee Risso

Here is how I spend my days now. I live in a beautiful place. I sleep in a beautiful bed. I eat beautiful food. I go for walks through beautiful places. I care for people deeply. At night my bed is full of love, because I alone am in it. I cry easily, from pain and pleasure, and I don't apologize for that. In the mornings I step outside and I'm thankful for another day. It took me many years to arrive at such a life.

-Eileen, Ottessa Moshfegh

-things i see, @tiniestleaf

its really comforting to know that all the times i was at my lowest and loneliest in the past the whole time i had my self in the future and present who had survived those things looking back with love and tenderness and wishing desperately to offer comfort...i am my own guardian angel and i can use that knowledge when im struggling now and remember that somewhere there is a version of me that has survived this and is watching me with love and pride and joy in her heart

-@honigimohr

So passes my rainy, quiet Sunday, I sit in my bedroom and am at peace,

-The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1910-1913

Longing for Normalcy

(*mars is me <3)

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@laetu-s \\ t.s. eliot the waste land

kofi

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reblog for sample size !!

#orange tabby :3 #warm color vibes #polls

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thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

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You know we only ever really "learn" how to bathe in our youth as it is taught to us by our parents and from then on most people kinda just bathe the same way right. And like barring actively deciding to do it the only way most people change their bathing habits is if they bathe with a loved one and get convinced to do somethi g different in the bath bc its cleaner/faster/whatever bc of them. Ok heres the thesis statement. The lack of communal bathing in society is holding us back from discovering The Ultimate Bathing

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if u pay attention there are themes and motifs on my blog