Gertrude Stein, "A Long Dress"
from Tender Buttons (1914).
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Finished this in a live! Its a OC of mine <3
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Craving this, sigh.
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MT representa 22,4% das exportações do agronegócio brasileiro em maio em 2022
MT representa 22,4% das exportações do agronegócio brasileiro em maio em 2022
Estado de Mato Grosso foi responsável por US$ 3,38 bilhões do total exportado pelo Brasil
Em maio, as exportações do agronegócio brasileiro tiveram alta de 14,2% em relação ao mesmo mês de 2021, chegando ao valor de US$ 15,11 bilhões. O grande destaque foi o estado de Mato Grosso, responsável por 22,4% das exportações do país, com US$ 3,38 bilhões.
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christopher citro the hay out there and the hay in you (via @firstfullmoon) \\ @fuckingwhateverdude
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just keep slicing those oranges
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when christopher citro said, "i love you. i want us both to eat well" and when vladimir nabokov said, "it's cold today, but in a spring way, and i love you" and when wendy cope said, "i love you. i'm glad i exist" and when mahmoud darwish said, "you wrote me "good morning" and i read it as "i love you" and when anne sexton said, "i love you. i wish we were real" and and and
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every time i remember the amount of times gojo’s official art pictures show him eating, there’s this little sadness that i get because i know geto would’ve loved to feed him and he would’ve loved to share his sweets with geto, like that one line in a citro poem, “i love you. i want us both to eat well.”
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That thing that happens sometimes where
the boardwalk stretches into the forest,
wetlands reflecting sunlight from below,
and you feel like you’re on tour through
a more interesting life than your own.
I’m already gathering what I plan to miss
on the operating table. And your eyes
looking up at me by the bedside light.
It’s going to be almost too hot for Saturday’s
cocktail party but we’re going ahead anyway.
We’ll leave a hose in the lawn in case
anyone wants to spray their toes and
scream like they’re four when you think
you might die and a second later you
want more. Your brother wants more.
Smack your brother. Get in trouble and
now it’s time to go to bed. There’s more
darkness in the yard. I’m not done.
We kept the shades drawn back in
the bedrooms. A sheet hanging in the hall
not to waste the air-conditioning, a separate
world back there, where you lie sideways
on top of the blankets, propped up
on your elbows with a paperback.
The window unit humming in your
parents’ bedroom. You turn a page.
Something happens to your brain and
the rest of your life you want it again.
— Christopher Citro, “Alfred Hitchcock and the Three Investigators in the Mystery of the Rest of Your Life”
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