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discoidal · 8 months
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almost nothing !!
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philosophybits · 18 days
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Once the experience of war makes visible the possibility of death that lies locked up in each moment, our thoughts cannot travel from one day to the next without meeting death's face. [...] On each one of these days the soul suffers violence. Regularly, every morning, the soul castrates itself of aspiration, for thought cannot journey through time without meeting death on the way. Thus war effaces all conceptions of purpose or goal, including even its own “war aims”. It effaces the very notion of war's being brought to an end. To be outside a situation so violent as this is to find it inconceivable; to be inside it is to be unable to conceive its end.
Simone Weil, "The Iliad or The Poem of Force"
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— CZESŁAW MIŁOSZ, from “Ars Poetica?,” trans. Czesław Miłosz
 & Lillian Vallee.
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morgleaf · 2 months
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from page 10 of tender buttons by gertrude stein
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nangua · 2 months
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@nosebleedclub march prompts: viscera !
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lu-sn · 1 year
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tell me about despair, yours, and i will tell you mine.
(wild geese, mary oliver)
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slime-hoe · 3 months
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I know it's early but I need lesbian huskerdust content.
Clarification I'm a baby dyke not some weird fetishy dude. Also I love the guys as they are I just am excited by the realization that they would make a cute butch/femme couple
Just idk something about imagining husk as a handsome woman makes me very flustered.
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serenagaia · 5 months
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Banksy
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acespaceacepilot · 4 months
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do you ever feel like you're too nice?
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serenityquest · 5 months
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ashiqui · 1 year
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for @declanphobe​ — i love you on purpose.
welcome to night vale, ep 100: toast / sleeping at last, two / i am not okay with this, 1x03 / kiersten white, the chaos of stars / the good place, 4x09 / taylor jenkins reid, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo / jenny slate (x) / casey mcquiston, red, white & royal blue / extraordinary attorney woo, 1x10 / leslie becker-phelps / portrait of a lady on fire (2019) / jodi picoult, the book of two ways / euripides, orestes (trans. anne carson) / vance joy, mess is mine / sade andria zabala, coffee and cigarettes (x)
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deadbeatadmirer · 1 month
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Song of the final meeting by Anna Akhmatova (translated by Andrey Kneller)
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corpsentry · 2 months
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at the asian american studies sponsored movie screening i run out of my seat to press a button for the presenter and you look away, not in shame, but in anger
go make your own movie.
One where you’re the star
and everything’s my fault
the way you want it to be. I know, it’s easy
to let someone else hold this grief
and sit in the bathtub,
all dressed up to go to the party.
Maybe in this movie it’s your party
and I the party crasher,
holding cymbals and a baseball bat, et cetera.
But we don’t stop getting older when we’re angry
and you’re only twenty,
can’t listen to lullabies at night,
can’t sleep without a blanket
over your head like you’re scared
of your own shadow. God, go
write your own movie.
You could do it,
you’re still
pretty. Angry? Me too.
The bathtub’s overflowing,
the bathroom’s flooding
with whatever you couldn’t say
to the poet with their palms glued shut
in a cheap simulacrum of prayer.
Didn’t you say you were tired? Angry? Me too.
Upset? Unhappy? Me too. Hungry? Lonely? Me too. Me too.
Standing barefoot in the grass
I remembered the month of bad weather.
How I parted the fog with broken hands each night,
looking for your voice.
Oh, I will not forgive you.
Not like this.
With your fingers splayed
against the brute February sky,
lips cracked open like windows,
waiting, like you always are, for me to say the first word.
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londonknights · 4 months
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it’s all been done
it’s all been done
it’s all been done before
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sultryepiphanies · 1 month
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What did I come here for?
I came here to create a life that I love for myself.
I came here to heal and develop meaningful relationships.
I came here to get cultivate and nurture my own space.
I came here to heal and fall healthily in love.
I came here to listen to myself and do something I am passionate about.
I came here to heal and open up to the world and others.
I came here to allow the universe to work through me as I create art.
I came here to find my purpose.
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