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i love when people are honest i love it even when its embarrassing nothing is embarrassing and when something is true it feels good there's nothing like it
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Inside Monte Alban Observatory during a Solstice
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In the language we made up one night, the word for lover was the same as the word for neatly folded manuscript you don’t look at for a year. There are many manuscripts.
Bhanu Kapil, from The vertical interrogation of strangers
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Heal the root so the tree is stable
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Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
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Sté Strausz'
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i urge you to consciously put in the work to identify your own sources of inspiration outside of algorithmic serving platters
emily north
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They need to package whatever k pop fans feel into a pill and sell it.
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Jean Cocteau
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Job market so bad I started following my dreams
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Ingmar Bergman
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allpraisetothemosthigh-deactiva
we are never doomed just absorbed in illusion
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Sculpture d’Antoniucci Volti à Villefranche-sur-mer
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“Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.”
— W.H. Auden (b. 21 February 1907)