do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
poetics & the periphery
@anthropoetics
to be alive!
not just the carcass
but the spark.
that's crudely put, but
if we're not supposed
to dance,
why all this music?
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  • unfortunately i do have the stained childhood perspective that working at national parks are exactly the way they show on films.. being in a lookout reading obsessively the whole day

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    sometimes theres so much stupid in my head it falls out
    [ID: flat drawings of characters from MDZS as moomintrolls characters: lan wangji and lan xichen as moomin trolls, Wei Wuxian as Snufkin, Nie Mingjue as a Hemulen, etc]

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    love by elizabeth barrett browning

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    KAT GIORDANO

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  • We give each other a year to find reasons to live, but it’s not even day one and I have a handful, more than enough for the both of us: last night the train heavy on its tracks yowled in such a discordant way you would’ve laughed your ass off, this marvel of man- made machinery, its tons of machismo, honking most undignified. Who will notice if we’re gone? How about this: my money plant actually withers when my bank account nears $0. Coincidence? I think not. What about all the dogs we could rescue and the ones we can’t if we’re not here? Think of the sweet mutts who took a shovel to the head and still survived. Who will love them like you will love them? And you haven’t seen the curiosity of hens, how they bawk and preen and peck and bully, the small miracle that is an egg every morning, still warm. Today the nesting box latch broke and the hens got loose. There’s nothing like the bliss of a silly bird who thinks she’s outfoxed her keeper, puffed there on the maple stump, grooming her wings, her triumphant saddles. The birds escape more than I care to admit, and one day I’m sure I’ll find them gone, like when Dorothea flew over my head and out into the street and I ran like I hadn’t since middle school gym class, my lungs barely burning for the adrenaline, me yelling after this chicken in front of God and my neighbors in a city that hasn’t even roused yet, me versus the hen who can’t be reasoned with: But the stray cats will eat you! The hawks will too! You’re everyone’s food! Sarah, maybe we should be like the hen who thought I might eat her but was tired from the chase and scared of what’s next, who chose instead to trust the arms around her would carry her back home, who laid her head on my wrist, whose heartbeat begged my hand for mercy. Have mercy on me, I don’t want to live in a world without you.ALT

    the sarah poems by Ruth Awad

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    that guy sounds really mean and insensitive? Is he really your friend, like, does he treat you with kindness and love like a friend should? Sorry if this is too much of an ask its just. That was really really mean of him i cant even imagine doing that to a friend? Ons that i loved? Sorry again

    anthropoetics said

    he does! he’s just a guy, after all, so he can have moments where’s his mouth opens before his brain thinks. it’s okay, we all have been there. i think it’s easy to forget people’s struggles when you’re with them everyday.

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  • i hate how i react when a financial subject is brought up because it makes me wanna cry

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  • How to Not Be a Perfectionist  People are vivid and small and don’t live very long—ALT

    how to not be a perfectionist by Molly Brodak

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