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Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.

- Charles Bukowski

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How the fragrance of a watery world, softened soil and sky water, is lifted by the breeze so it can meet me at the open window.

"Baking Banana Bread as the World Ends" from Where Hope Comes From: Poems of Resilience by Nikita Gill

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The way memory is the ringing after a gunshot. The way we try to remember the gunshot but can’t. The way memory gets up after someone has died and starts walking.

Victoria Chang, Obit

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Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,"

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Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.

(Charles Bukowski)

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“do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough for the pleasure that fills you, as the sun reaches out, as it warms you as you stand there, empty-handed—”

— Mary Oliver, “The Sun”

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He asked, "what makes a man a writer?" "well," I said, "it's simple, it's either you get it down on paper or you jump off a bridge. writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers." "are you desperate?" "I don't know.

(Charles Bukowski)

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Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever.

— Charles Bukowski

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"Well it was different with you, it was just real."

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i love finding poetry in the mundane, and yesterday i stumbled upon something that just hits that spot

So, my partner has an old phone- It served them for many years now, but it has one issue: Charging it is hard. Their current charger is hanging on by a thread (literally), and can barely do its job. The phone and the charger came together: They've never used another charger for said phone.

Now, they've tried to replace the charging cord several times. But it doesn't matter how much they've searched what damned specific charger the phone uses, none of them work. They finally decided to bring it to a phone shop and ask what should they use.

The guy at the shop looked at the phone for a bit, and explained: "The port itself is broken. The charger you have works with this phone because they've mutually broken each other into the same shape, in a way that no other charger is shaped. The port itself has corroded in a way that only accepts the charger that shaped it like that in the first place."

And while this is of course a frustrating situation for my partner, I feel like there's a metaphor here. I could write a goddamn story about this. These two half-broken old things have been together for so long they've destroyed each other in a way that keeps them from working with anything else. They've hurt each other in a way that barely keeps them functioning together, and have been rendered useless with literally anything else.

This too is toxic yuri to me-

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"Poems are not written...", Andrey Voznesensky (translated by metamorphesque)

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"Your brown eyes are driving me insane."

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