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maybe drinking coffee on my balcony and giving myself time to do nothing else is the morning is the secret to my happiness
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Temple of Erechtheion, Greece
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“Be the voice in a world of screaming silence.”
— tabiithaaaaa 
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I am unlovable
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in Latin the word for death, mortis, is female. it makes me fear her a little less
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“Y’all better quiet down. I’ve been trying to get up here all day for your gay brothers and your gay sisters in jail that write me every motherfucking week and ask for your help and you all don’t do a goddamn thing for them. Have you ever been beaten up and raped and jailed? Now think about it. They’ve been beaten up and raped after they’ve had to spend much of their money in jail to try to get their sex changes. On the women’s liberation and they write ‘STAR,’ not to the women’s groups, they do not write women, they do not write men, they write ‘STAR’ because we’re trying to do something for them. I have been to jail. I have been raped. And beaten. Many times! By men, heterosexual men that do not belong in the homosexual shelter. But, do you do anything for me? No. You tell me to go and hide my tail between my legs. I will not put up with this shit. I have been beaten. I have had my nose broken. I have been thrown in jail. I have lost my job. I have lost my apartment for gay liberation and you all treat me this way? What the fuck’s wrong with you all? Think about that! I do not believe in a revolution, but you all do. I believe in the gay power. I believe in us getting our rights, or else I would not be out there fighting for our rights. That’s all I wanted to say to you people. The people are trying to do something for all of us, and not men and women that belong to a white middle class white club. And that’s what you all belong to! REVOLUTION NOW! Gay power! Louder!”
-Sylvia Rivera, New York City's Christopher Street Liberation Day Rally, 1973
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Mary Oliver, from New and Selected Poems, Vol. Two // summer and memory and living 
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 /5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9  // memory mb pt2/3
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“Though I can digress with the best of them, I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.”
-The Secret History (1992)
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Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980
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I wonder how much of them is me
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oh to be a person standing in front of a piece of art at a museum
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humanity is found in the hands
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find myself listening to music i loved years ago and i realize i still am her
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