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the reason i'm offline (only half joking)

i'm still less online than i used to be but i'm logged into tumblr again

my favorite poem

Movement Song by Audre Lorde

I have studied the tight curls on the back of your neck  moving away from me beyond anger or failure your face in the evening schools of longing through mornings of wish and ripen we were always saying goodbye in the blood in the bone over coffee before dashing for elevators going in opposite directions without goodbyes.

Do not remember me as a bridge nor a roof    as the maker of legends nor as a trap door to that world where black and white clericals hang on the edge of beauty in five oclock elevators    twitching their shoulders to avoid other flesh    and now there is someone to speak for them    moving away from me into tomorrows    morning of wish and ripen your goodbye is a promise of lightning    in the last angels hand unwelcome and warning the sands have run out against us    we were rewarded by journeys away from each other into desire into mornings alone where excuse and endurance mingle    conceiving decision.

Do not remember me as disaster nor as the keeper of secrets I am a fellow rider in the cattle cars watching you move slowly out of my bed    saying we cannot waste time only ourselves.

#audre lorde#poetry#this one means so much to me fr#need to memorize it one of these days i know various lines but not the whole thing#tess writes#audre lorde my BELOVED
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They keep making beautiful media about the impossibility of going home

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Reblogged good--merits-accumulated
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During one semester of PE in high school I got put in a section called Team Sports. This was significantly better than a regular unit because the athletic kids were able to play and I largely got to sit and watch.

Months were devoted to what they called Pickle Ball but I’ve since learned was basically ping pong with larger than average paddles. The paddles had been through the absolute wringer, all padding had been rubbed and torn off by a relentless stream of bored adolescents like myself.

This presented me with a unique opportunity. I had a pencil, nominally used to keep score. I had a blank wooden panel. And I had large stretches of time sitting on the sidelines.

Every day I’d pick a blank paddle. I’d doodle little animals, bizarre monstrosities, and a bunch that were just a huge eye in the middle with the words “Big Brother is Watching”. What can I say; I was reading 1984 at the time.

When we finally finished with the paddles and moved on to badminton I completely forgot my dozens of illustrations.

It wasn’t until several years later that it got brought up again. I was hanging out with a friend and their younger sibling. We were listening to them lament their high school experience of the day. “But I won the Pegasus paddle, so that was cool.”

“Wait- what?”

“Yeah, most of them are just Big Brother, so they’re not exciting, but there’s only one Pegasus so we fight over it. Last week I had an elephant I really liked though.”

“You guys fight over the paddles with art on them…?”

“Yeah!”

My friend turned to me and asked, “Didn’t you make all those drawings?”

Their sibling lit up, “You made them?!”

I sat in silence as the complexity of the world and the waves we leave behind as we move through it washed over me. I contemplated how intertwined I was with the rest of existence to create such a beautiful moment.

I had made art on a whim out of boredom and it had an effect on someone else’s day, someone who through random happenstance years later was telling me about it all unknowing.

Their sibling was delighted when I drew them another pegasus on the spot and announced that they’d be the talk of PE now that they’d uncovered the mystery artist.

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How do they choose which sand to be the glass and which sand to be the sand in an hourglass... Imagine you and your best friend were two grains of sand and you had to be in the hourglass and your bestie had to be the glass. Ur together but youve never been more apart. A Sick and twisted practice hourglassery is...

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This was me off 1 chocolate croissant

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kind of crazy how ppl will like ............. make adjustments for u when ur friends. like ?? you care about me???? you dont mind when i cant talk because im too fatigued????????? you would WAIT????? you would talk at me and not expect me to respond on time?????????????????????????? i would kill myself for you

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thinking non-stop about the Terry Pratchett Method of Deconstruction (TM) and how it works

[...] the wages of sin is death, but so is the salary of virtue, and at least the evil get to go home early on Fridays. (Witches Abroad)

  1. Take a common concept, metaphor, idiom, trope etc. "The wages of sin is death."
  2. Invert, reverse or subvert it to highlight the inconsistency or issue. "But so is the salary of virtue." (Well, actually, everybody dies, right?)
  3. While everybody's contemplating the philosophy revealed, overextend the metaphor and whack them in the back of the head with the joke like a comedic quintain while they aren't expecting it. "At least the evil get to go home early on Fridays."

He does it quite often and I love it every time.

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