I Saw A Post On Twitter By A European Saying Americans Are Fake For Their Random Compliments To Strangers

Sonnet

It is the calm before the storm ahead

a nice chilly breeze shivers down my spine

Though I found it peaceful, you will dread

Worriedly I know you won’t be fine

Before you dance candles surround us

They beam and gleam which shows your figure

I extend a hand in my presence you trust

booming thunder which constantly lingers

When the storm comes I’ll be by your side

Through thick and thin till the tempest yet ends

Cause when I'm with you time also kind

I’ll embrace your warm hand oh dear friend

Await the rainbow for the sun will shine

So then everything will now be fine.

I know it’s not much in the face of everything but I have been finding hope & resilience in palestinian poetry these past few weeks and I created a google drive file of poetry collections by palestinian poets that I will keep updating as I keep on reading. I also recommend checking out @fiercynn’s palestinian poets series for more poets + poetry available online

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

- 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

Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that

its mary shelley summer

i love you fries i love you hash browns i love you roasted potatoes i love you mashed potatoes i love you potato chips i love you potato pancakes i love you potato croquettes i love you hasselback potatoes i love you tater tots i love you potatoes

Thinking about... Grieving the undead.

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Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami