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rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between “damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)” and “damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)”
I am also “damn, girl, you wrote this? (forgetful)”
“Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a house across the field, from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was queen and he was king. In the autumn light her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls, and when the sky grew dark, they parted with leaves in their hair. Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”— Nicole Krauss
Reblog this if its okay for your followers to introduce themselves to you.
I MADE ACTUAL FRIENDS DOING THIS BEFORE
Fuckin do it
hehe
Why not
“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”— Elisabeth Kübler-Ross (via purplebuddhaquotes)
Maybe plants are really farming us, giving us oxygen until we eventually expire and turn into mulch which they can consume