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If I ever get buried and the bugs are eating me, I expect that when they reach my stomach, they will meet resistance.
The butterflies I grew when we first spoke will still defend their home. I imagine the worms baffled, outnumbered by wings made of memory.
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All forms of love have a closing paragraph. It could be death. It could be divorce.
All love ends.
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Replying to @_mystification
Well, you and me both, stranger.
You and me both.
There are evenings when I envy those who seem to have discovered their final destination in another human being. I wonder what it must feel like to love without the familiar suspicion that one day the conversation may acquire a closing paragraph.
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And the trouble with you, my dear, is that you've made a full-time vocation of navel-gazing. I wish you'd tear your gaze from your own reflection long enough to glimpse the extraordinary feats within your grasp, were you to lavish half as much devotion on possibility as you do on self-consciousness.
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Nou kenbe pwomès nou…
Nou detwi kay Lanmò San Jou ak katye jeneral gang 400 Mawozo a.
Pifò ladan yo kouri ale san yo pa menm eseye goumen.
Ala lach yo lach! 🥲
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Trump is evil and he’s answering all these questions and taking accountability, you can’t even ask Tinubu his age without DSS kidnapping your mother kai
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This El Niño that is mixing with sapa is what they call “specific heat sapacity”
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not to be dramatic, but we are surprisingly low on poetry submissions and would very much like to remedy this situation.
poets, where are you?🔎 help us spread the word!🗣️
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'Why are you so invested?'
Bro this patient is a human being, you’re having a rough day but they’re having an even rougher one for sure.
Just do all you can to help man
I yearn with such unreasonable intensity that I fear even Shakespeare would have to put down his quill, take a moment, and reconsider the limits of the human capacity for longing.
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Maybe all writers are just people trying to leave evidence that they were here, that they noticed the rain, loved someone, lost something, and found the world worth describing despite everything.
You won’t believe that what led to this tweet was me saying that you can criticise Islam without branding all Muslims as terrorists and that you cannot form a reasonable coalition or a formidable opposition with any group while being bigoted towards them. It’s so over. 😅
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I may not yet know who you are, but know this, if fire were to consume me, I would hide my name in the ashes, so that when you warm yourself on a cold night, you would unknowingly cradle me in your palms.
You sit across from them at the table while you eat, you ask about their day, they speak of it and you listen as they tell you the things you have heard a countless times before, and somewhere in the middle of that ordinary conversation, you realise you are sorely missing them.
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Political Christianity must die.
Political Islam must die.
There’s no separation at the top. It’s the fools at the bottom that are divided. Saudi is a strong ally of the US but Iran is a foe. And you think the problem is religion?
You cannot be that stupid.
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Our grief is a testament to the depth of our love. We love deeply, we grieve deeply, and somehow, we find the courage to love again.























