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one day you’ll wake up at 9:30am on a Sunday w the love of ur life and you’ll make some coffee and pancakes and it’ll all be alright

thank you to trees and also rain

Loop poetry from 2019

the thing about greta gerwig is shes gonna make a movie about daughters and their mothers and im gonna cry

- on grieving our past selves

doc luben “love letters or suicide notes”/ louise glück/ liv ullmann/ funeral-phoebe bridgers/ @mjalti/ would’ve, could’ve, should’ve- taylor swift/ @fairycosmos/ rob bresney/ @sea--shore/ class of 2013- mitski

Our love is a garden

A garden that has rare flowers, bugs of all types,

And weeds.

You and i are the gardeners.

Do you tend to our flowers, our bugs, our weeds?

You let it blossom

We let it blossom into something beautiful

Sometimes we forget to water our garden

To care for it

Vines grew

With thorns we never knew

Till now

It’s okay to step away

It’s okay to take a break

The shovel, the watering can,

All of it will be here waiting

For you

For our love to bloom

I understand that you blink and life goes by

You blink and everything is not

What it once was

Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be like those poets who care about the moon. Palestinians don’t see the moon from jail cells and prisons. It’s so beautiful, the moon. They’re so beautiful, the flowers.

— Noor Hindi, from “Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying,” DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.

Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami

my heart is a ripe fruit rotting in my chest

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. September will bring blessings.

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