despairful day. remember to take comfort in anything that brings you joy. for me, that is Binah. for you, it might also be Binah. that is alright. she has hugs enough for all.
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despairful day. remember to take comfort in anything that brings you joy. for me, that is Binah. for you, it might also be Binah. that is alright. she has hugs enough for all.

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who: open (4/5) @clearwaterstarters where: bella's books
Clearwater had always been home, but within the city limits, there were very few selected places where Ishmael truly felt like he belonged. Bella's Books was one of them. For as long as he could remember, the bookshop had been his place of refuge, somewhere he could curl up in a corner and be unbothered for a few hours. As he aged, it seemed as if life allowed for much fewer of that cherished uninterrupted time. Still, Ishmael made a habit of carving out a few hours each week to sit and take in the tranquility of it all.Ā Self care.Ā It was his way of justifying the fact that he took home a new book every week.Ā āHow about a deal,ā he said, turning to the person seated a few feet away from him, a desperate effort to break out of his own shell ā something his publicist insisted could only help the sale of books.Ā āYou tell me about the book youāre currently reading and Iāll buy you a coffee.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āyou know you canāt put all the blame on me.ā he finds humor in the otherās death glare on him, leaning forward from the other side of the table.Ā āwe both were on two separate pages of what we wanted, and you were the one who left me. how are you mad iām trying to move on now?ā
"if unmolested, upon rising to the surface, the sperm whale will continue there for a period of time exactly uniform with all his other unmolested risings." come on man
this just in! ISHMAEL ABBASI has just been spotted in town. Wait. You donāt know who he/they are? theĀ 42 year oldĀ WRITER has been in town for, like,Ā HIS ENTIRE LIFE.Ā theyāre known to be quiteĀ RECLUSIVE,Ā but beingĀ ELOQUENTĀ seems to balance that out. or maybe itās the fact that they resembleĀ MAHESH JADU.Ā personally, iād love to know more about them seeing as how theyāve got thoseĀ sentence fragments scribbled on scraps of papers, that new book smell, paintedĀ nails vibes. and maybe iāll get my chance if i hang out aroundĀ BRIGHTSIDE long enough!Ā

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And equally fallacious seems the conceit, that because the so-called whale-bone whales no longer haunt many grounds in former years abounding with them, hence that species also is declining. For they are only being driven from promontory to cape; and if one coast is no longer enlivened with their jets, then, be sure, some other and remoter strand has been very recently startled by the unfamiliar spectacle.
'just because we're not seeing whales where we used to doesn't mean they're not there! they just went somewhere else! don't ask me where I KNOW they're around!'
Squeeze! squeeze! squeeze! all the morning long; I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me; and I found myself unwittingly squeezing my co-laborers' hands in it, mistaking their hands for the gentle globules. Such an abounding, affectionate, friendly, loving feeling did this avocation beget; that at last I was continually squeezing their hands, and looking up into their eyes sentimentally; as much as to say,ā Oh! my dear fellow beings, why should we longer cherish any social acerbities, or know the slightest ill-humor or envy! Come; let us squeeze hands all round; nay, let us all squeeze ourselves into each other; let us squeeze ourselves universally into the very milk and sperm of kindness. In thoughts of the visions of the night, I saw long rows of angels in paradise, each with his hands in a jar of spermaceti.