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the honeymoon phase always ends, and somewhere beyond it is the sweetness nobody writes enough poems about: (opens the original)
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the honeymoon phase always ends,and somewhere beyond it is the sweetnessnobody writes enough poems about:being chosen after disappointment,reached for after rupture,forgiven after failure,kissed after resentment,flirted with after fantasybecomes responsibility,missed after sharingmorning after morningafter morning after morning,and finding flavors that never make itto the mouths of anyone unwilling to staythrough the seasons thatdon’t taste goodat first.never settle, butstop expecting another pe
not sure how many of y’all have reached the “wait, what the fuck is an ens legis” stage of personal sovereignty yet, but godspeed. (opens the original)
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not sure how many of y’all have reached the “wait, what the fuck is an ens legis” stage of personal sovereignty yet, but godspeed.the simulation theory conversation gets considerably more interesting when you stop looking for the programmer and start looking at everything humans invented that now programs us.television programs your imagination. advertising programs your inadequacy. algorithms program your attention. culture programs your ambition. family programs your identity. trauma programs
my attachment style is anxious, avoidant, secure, surrendered, enchanted, insatiable, delusional, too messy for your little dropdown menu (opens the original)
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my attachment style is anxious, avoidant,secure, surrendered, enchanted, insatiable,delusional, too messy for your littledropdown menumy favorite version of self awareness isrealizing there is no single selfto be aware of.some days i’m the sun.some days i’m whatevercrawls out during an eclipse.call me emotionally reckless, buti want the whole experience.language can liberate you right up untilyou start needing a label foreverything you are.i’ve written thousands of poems.still haven’t found a wo
fuck around and find art. fall in love and find god. (opens the original)
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fuck around and find art.fall in love and find god.go get close enough to something beautifulthat fear has something to lose sleep overand faith has something to wake up for.go get lost enough for devotionto become your only compass.go get afraid of somethingworth loving, then feel your hands shakewhile you reach for it anyway.go make your life so deliciousthat death has tolick her fingers afterward.if you can’t risk abandonment,you’ll spend your years standingbeside the exitinstead of dancingin
someone asked me, "who's your favorite poet?" they expected me to say gibson, dickinson, rumi, oliver, nin, or keats. but i said octopuses. because three hearts mean they feel what the rest of us can (opens the original)
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someone asked me,“who’s your favorite poet?”they expected me to say gibson,dickinson, rumi, oliver, nin, or keats.but i said octopuses.because three hearts mean they feelwhat the rest of us can only drown in.because spilling ink is how they keep livingat the depths of existence.homelessness taught methat sometimes the only thing you ownis the story you carry.i know what it means to have nowhere to sleepand still have a haunted houseliving inside you.i know too muchabout empty rooms,empty promise
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