WHIMPER, CRY, YOU KNOW WE'RE SCARED

WHIMPER, CRY, YOU KNOW WE'RE SCARED

Psychedelicatessen 

End of every easy street 

Serotonin slicked sidewalk skating 

Scar scratched snacktimes

New town home

Ammonite teddy bear touch

Old as prophet bones 

Soft as a rotting embrace

Symbiosis on homesick string 

Hold close to my home-heart

And whimper and mumble 

Into nostalgic oblivion 

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1 year ago

The world may be in crisis, but the mulberries are ripe, and they taste just as good as ever.

The world may be in crisis, but the fireflies came out at dusk yesterday. And they will come out again tonight, and tomorrow, too.

The world may be in crisis. But today a breeze stirred my hair and cooled my face, and it eased the heat of the summer sun and I took a deep breath and I breathed.

The world may be in crisis, but a stranger smiled at me, and a dog found a good home, and a toddler told his baby sister he loved her.

The world may be in crisis, but the world still holds people who are working to heal it.

The world may be in crisis, but there is still a world. And the world contains us, the world contains love, the world contains beauty. And the mulberries are ripe.

There is still a world.


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1 year ago
- Vincent Van Gogh

- Vincent Van Gogh

6 months ago

I never before felt this ache in my chest

when the lover on screen was found broken and dead.

But now

it's you. And it's me

in the story.

And when looking for death, there's no need to hurry.

My heart blocks my throat

I don't know what to do

Now the survivor is me

and the dead one is you.


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1 year ago

god is the space where God used to be

Who am I meant to be angry at now?

Dostoyevsky // Nicola Yoon // Ada Limón // John Steinbeck // Avainblue // Sylvia Plath
Dostoyevsky // Nicola Yoon // Ada Limón // John Steinbeck // Avainblue // Sylvia Plath
Dostoyevsky // Nicola Yoon // Ada Limón // John Steinbeck // Avainblue // Sylvia Plath
Dostoyevsky // Nicola Yoon // Ada Limón // John Steinbeck // Avainblue // Sylvia Plath
Dostoyevsky // Nicola Yoon // Ada Limón // John Steinbeck // Avainblue // Sylvia Plath
Dostoyevsky // Nicola Yoon // Ada Limón // John Steinbeck // Avainblue // Sylvia Plath
Dostoyevsky // Nicola Yoon // Ada Limón // John Steinbeck // Avainblue // Sylvia Plath
Dostoyevsky // Nicola Yoon // Ada Limón // John Steinbeck // Avainblue // Sylvia Plath
Dostoyevsky // Nicola Yoon // Ada Limón // John Steinbeck // Avainblue // Sylvia Plath
Dostoyevsky // Nicola Yoon // Ada Limón // John Steinbeck // Avainblue // Sylvia Plath
Dostoyevsky // Nicola Yoon // Ada Limón // John Steinbeck // Avainblue // Sylvia Plath

dostoyevsky // nicola yoon // ada limón // john steinbeck // avainblue // sylvia plath


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9 months ago
Mushrooms On A Short Hike In North Carolina
Mushrooms On A Short Hike In North Carolina
Mushrooms On A Short Hike In North Carolina
Mushrooms On A Short Hike In North Carolina
Mushrooms On A Short Hike In North Carolina
Mushrooms On A Short Hike In North Carolina
Mushrooms On A Short Hike In North Carolina
Mushrooms On A Short Hike In North Carolina
Mushrooms On A Short Hike In North Carolina
Mushrooms On A Short Hike In North Carolina

Mushrooms on a short hike in North Carolina


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6 months ago

We are a very very dumb, stupid people

1 year ago
i used to spend a lot of time outside as a kid.
it’s funny, cause i can’t remember when i stopped:
just, one day, i was inside more than not, and
all the gold in my skin had faded away and
i had to search to find the freckles on my nose.

i spent my first summer of-age outside again
running and laughing and pushing my sleeves up
and taking in all the sun i’d missed all those years.
i have always, always, loved the sun. it felt like
coming home again. i looked in the mirror 
when my skin went tan and i felt like i recognized
myself for the first time in a long while.
now here comes the summer again, pushing gently
past the spring to announce itself with warmth.
i’m outside again; i’m tilting my face up to the sun
and browning and burning my nose and my cheeks
and watching my arms go gold once more.

in the mirror, my face is flushed with sun.
the pink of a sunburn radiates heat, like a kiss
from the sun, a little warmth left to keep;
i see my freckles every time i pass my reflection.
i’m coming back to myself, bit by bit, every day.

flush // april 13 2023

1 year ago

What's a character you were super into when you were like 12?

Oh my god, such a good question. 12 year old my was a fucking VORACIOUS reader, but the first thing that comes to mind is Artemis Fowl. Fam, I thought he was the absolute shit

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