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One Nice Bug Per Day
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— Melissa Cox
Emily Dickinson, “Poem 670”
[Text ID:] “One need not be a Chamber—to be Haunted— / One need not be a House— / The Brain has Corridors—surpassing / Material Place—” [END ID]

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I THINK LOVE IS SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS TO OTHER PEOPLE by Michael Gray Bulla
— Bertrand Russell, from “What Desires Are Politically Important?” (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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MY CHILDHOOD HOME IS EMPTY.
You Can't Go Home Again by Thomas Wolfe / Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin (1) / Landscape by Louise Glück / Summer's End by Eli McMullen ( Acrylic and gouache on panel) / There is still love here (Ceramic house) by griefmother / How's It Gonna End - Tom Waits / Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow by Noor Hindi / Origin of the Marble Forest by Gregory Orr / A Shropshire Lad by A.E.Housman / Little Summer by Raymond Bonilla (Oil on panel) / Untitled, digital by Tito Merello Vilar / Ivy - Frank Ocean / Disco Elysium (1) / The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman / That’s Okay - The Hush Sound / Checkers by John Marsden / 1986 by Hollis Brown Thornton (pigment transfer on paper) / tumblr post by @ryebreadgf / Outhouse by Rachel McKibbens / 6 ways to draw a circle by tumblr user @filmnoirsbian / From the Scars series by India Lawton / House Fire by Becca Stadtlander / Back to the Old House - The Smiths / How’d Your Parents Die Again by Fatimah Asghar / Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin (2) / Disco Elysium (2) / The Four Generations of Chang E by Zen Cho
someone said we had more fun in childhood because we didnt have any past memories to linger on and it has stuck with me ever since
“Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass them on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing.”
— Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You
“All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life—where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.”
— Miranda July, It Chooses You
whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glück
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- William Fargason, Cain.
“You remind me of a dog who has always loved his leash, but one day, when his master is away, for some reason tears it to pieces.”
Agustín Gómez Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb