What advice would you give 21 year old you?
Everything changes beyond absolute recognition

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What advice would you give 21 year old you?
Everything changes beyond absolute recognition

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Bury it with your first car,
Your second child. Bury it with
Freshman year. Cover it with dirt.
Bury the farmer’s market where
The strawberries were too ripe and
Everyone Knew you were in love.
The diner shut down, and The music doesn’t echo anymore.
It just pierces.
Bury it with that. Bury it with your first love,
with your dad’s recipe,
With the Girl Scouts.
Bury it with god.
How about risking everything
for a love that doesn’t feel like it’s being excavated?
Franz Kafka // Sylvia Plath
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I made one too

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Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka
Allie Ray, Holler
Richard Siken, Crush
being alive is great because there are so many different vegetables you can sauté. but then there are also the horrors
You will never be John McAfee bitch
It is not enough that Elon Musk should die, nor even that he should die penniless, friendless, alone, and in pain. It is necessary, as a matter of moral certitude, that his death be utterly and completely mundane and explicable in its every particular. such clear and inarguable must it be that no true crime podcaster or history channel could ever inject it with falsified intrigue in the name of a quick buck; it must be so plain and clear that every four-year-old who heard of it would nod sagely in understanding.
beautiful, poetic and powerful encapsulation of the exact right vibe
you good bud?
Everybody shut up I'm sinking into a daydream universe where I'm loved and nothing is wrong

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"I could fix him" whatever. I could beat his ass.
I think that we should have stopped a long time ago.
Whenever I was still finding coins in random places,
Like some sort of tithe into the heaven only I was capable of creating.
The tired calls, the wanting,
The desire to be there and be with you.
being friends wasn’t the kind of thing we could do.
It required halfheartedness. Required leeway.
the clouds built up around late February,
Like they do every year. I begged to just be okay.
As if either of us knew what that meant.
There is no us now; only the vacuous space
Created when you took control.
Pretending I was in charge could only last so long.
I wish that we could turn it around.
That I could be the one forgoing penance
In an effort to get into the kind of hell
Only you were capable of creating.
the tired drives. The “it’s not too late”s.
The belief that you can love someone
Into being good.
there’s a reason I lost my earring in your place.
She took it, an offering,
knowing that that wouldn’t be
The last thing I lost.
She took it, knowing that I would press on;
I would try to turn it into some sort of meaning.
an explicable reason for what we were.
Never did I put faith in an archetype
Until you colored in the spaces.
A first son’s anger, an oldest daughter’s forgiveness;
A pressure inside me, relentless
As ever. Every plan getting put off
In favor of your explanation.
A glass of wine, a dying cactus, a meal I taught you, offering knowledge in favor of companionship.
If only you were capable of being who I thought you were.
some girls aren’t made with sugar spice and everything nice they’re made with garlic basil and olive oil
letting the days go by

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Eye of the beholder my man
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One time I was cooking with a girl and we were both bilingual but we didn’t have a language in common so we were just sitting by the fire doing prep work quietly and I was peeling little garlic cloves to mince and she put her hand on my arm to stop me and demonstrated how you’re supposed to press on the clove with the flat side of your knife to break the shell off all at once to peel it and I was like oh! And I imitated her and she nodded in approval and we went back to quietly peeling and mincing the garlic and I don’t want to be hyperbolic but in that moment I was like wow I truly understand the universal thread of human love and connection inherent in our souls or whatever