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iamcrywolf · 1 month

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icebreakers

1: What’s your second favorite color?

2: What’s your favorite Disney character?

3: Do you like broccoli?

4: If you could drink the blood of any person, living or dead, who would it be?

5: What if their lover was watching?

6: What if they cried?

7: If you could go on vacation anywhere where would it be?

8: What was your favorite teacher’s name?

9: If you had to guesstimate, how many people have you killed in your imagination?

10: What color were their eyes?

11: What were their second favorite colors?

12: Who was your childhood crush?

13: If you are completely honest with yourself, do you think anyone has ever actually loved you?

14: Have you ever actually loved yourself?

15: Why are you crying?

16: How much do you like broccoli? Like, scale of 1-100

17: Continuing to cry isn’t really an answer

18: If you had to choose between love, respect, or being covered with the blood of your enemies, which would it be?

19: Wow, didn’t expect that answer. I just put that in there to be funny. Kind of a weird combination seeing you cry and say that at the same time, to be honest.

20: I think I’m gonna go to the bathroom.

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iamcrywolf · 1 month

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the effort to get past that hopelessness with every sentence

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I already know the way it ends

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4/4/24 10:11 - Chronostasis

TOTALLY AWAKE FOR THE FIRST TIME

#if you know you know #clive wearing

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iamcrywolf · 1 month

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:bōka-tai

some strange firebreak around my feet

some lovely, kindling part of you that belongs to everyone else but me

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iamcrywolf · 1 month

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:double-slit

i can see you but not from straight on

there, in my peripherals you glow

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iamcrywolf · 2 months

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Kate Baer, from What Kind of Woman: Poems; “To take back a life”

[Text ID: “the hunger to be held, to be wanted, to / be called from the streets like the family / dog. You are not a good girl. You are not / somebody’s otherness.”]

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iamcrywolf · 3 months

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Spiros

100 billion humans have lived and died over the course of history. If ghosts are real, there are 14 of them for every person alive. I know they are real; I feel them daily. Permeating my bones as I spill my coffee. Exploring the crevices of my lungs as I breathe in and out.

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iamcrywolf · 3 months

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“she loves him, she drew in her breath the first time she saw him and never breathed out again, not ever.”

— Patricia Lockwood

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iamcrywolf · 3 months

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“Whenever I look out at the snowy mountains at this hour and speak directly into the ear of the sky, it’s you I’m thinking of. You’re like the spirits the children invent to inhabit the stuffed horse and the doll. I don’t know who hears me. I don’t know who speaks when the horse speaks.”

— Chase Twichell, “To The Reader: Twilight”

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iamcrywolf · 3 months

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“i said to the sun, tell me about the big bang. the sun said, it hurts to become.”

— andrea gibson, i sing the body electric, especially when my power’s out (via falcade)

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iamcrywolf · 3 months

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““Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.” “Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?” “Yes. I want to ruin you.” “Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.””

— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms

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iamcrywolf · 3 months

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“Today, I love you on a summer morning. I love you with the window open. I love you with the arm rest up. I am nearly mad about you. I cannot imagine two ideas that you do not exist between. I can think of nothing but you. And now that I have come to love all of yours, with its soft light and beautiful darkness, so tenderly and with such passion, I will not cease. Tonight, I will love you on a summer evening. Tomorrow, I will love you as I breathe.”

— E.M., Untitled

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iamcrywolf · 3 months

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[These eyes have had to be taught not to search for you in a room.]

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iamcrywolf · 3 months

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Nobody heard him, the dead man,

But still he lay moaning:

I was much further out than you thought

And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking

And now he’s dead

It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,

They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always

(Still the dead one lay moaning)

I was much too far out all my life

And not waving but drowning.

Stevie Smith, Not Waving But Drowning

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iamcrywolf · 11 months

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no offense but why do people always put tender and feral at opposite sides of the spectrum when they obviously go together

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iamcrywolf · 11 months

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11/4/22 1:20 pm - Dellicosia

Out of a thousand lifetimes, in every parallel universe, this is the only one where I have you.

I know that to be true, no matter what you say to the contrary.

You phase in and out of existence while I watch you. I touch your skin’s delicate lattice lightly, timidly. I know it’s too fragile to be held.

Your flickering flesh is a brutality; an absolution. To love you is to be buried.

#writing

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