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Today, I learned some little things about myself. I noticed two bruises fleshing out on my left knee from my cycle routine; I touched the two identical veins that protrude from my hand, to my pointer fingers, giving significance to the action of acknowledging something, or someone, in the distance. A rash on my back is forming from too much dairy, so my mother and my father made me promise I would...
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I met a girl once who whispered to me one night, with the Moon as a witness (you may ask Her, She will tell you I am staying true), that each letter held a certain colour in its fibers. My name, she whispered, reminded her of the color of the hour before sunset, the hour of ochre. During that hour, she told me, is when she felt the most safe and warm and healthy. It was when her Mama was heading...
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seafoamchild asked: How do you see the world? What makes your heartstrings quiver? x
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“What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I...”
– Walt Whitman
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My head has missed this feeling, as if I am underwater again, embraced by so many water molecules that nothing else can touch my body. My heart has missed this tug at its strings, making everything endless, rolling and loving. Simply put, I have missed this feeling of infinity.
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Sometimes, I wonder what it is like to be kissed, and to kiss. When I was a little girl, my mother told me about how she kissed a boy first when she was thirteen, full of freckles and starry blue eyes, and how it fundamentally meant nothing. My father was a completely different story; he kissed a girl whose very essence captivated him, to the point of keeping a polaroid of her fragile frame in his...
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“Love everyone. Every leaf. Every ray of light.”
– THE TREE OF LIFE (2011)
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