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— — pfp by ashley, username by robert and ashley — THIS (?) is all a Game (!) to You (!!) love is the real instrument Joined September 2022

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2 hours ago

i am a great wave crashing into a wall over and over again,

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a day ago

the connective thread is a figment, but things hardly make sense without it

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i run my defunct thumb over the notch in the tree, my hand falls away as it trails down through the ages—ten thousand scratches already carved

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2 days ago

i can feel the sun in my eyes

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2 days ago

disengaged from the greater conversation, barring diminutive acts of barter and hospice

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3 days ago

blueberry jam in a buttered blueberry bagel and i’m thinking ‘i can’t complain about anything!’

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4 days ago

inspiration

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4 days ago

almost hit a skunk with my bike while on a dark path, she smelled like coffee / the brisk air wrapped around my shoulders like the embrace i cannot find

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4 days ago

a distinct loneliness, a differentiation into a world of copy-cats, a reflection that doesn’t stay / VeVo la revolucion

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the moon sat like an eye on the horizon, gertie jostled reassuringly on my lap as i rode past her old house before hastily u-turning. there was a light on outside. all of the sidewalks were different but they followed the old path—even in the dark i knew the twists and turns :)

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6 days ago

fairytales and landfills

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6 days ago

i stick my hand out and feel the great serpent of time moving, and i watch a solitary bat flitting between the trees in the cool dusk, hungry and small

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6 days ago

felt in the pit of the stomach, long feelers that grope out towards the vagrancies of hope, tumult and coriander mixed with blue cheese and fright, terrifying in both intensity and brevity, time felt most immediate, cynicism’s ugly match and pessimism’s long held captive

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7 days ago

inundated with the smell of leavened bread, i say—when did we ever stop being friends?

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7 days ago

an eternal interaction like skipping old stones under a bronze lighthouse

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a week ago

the tears of holy joy

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a week ago

reasonably well liked pair of shorts quickly becoming such a struggle to get on that they get relegated to the bottom of the drawer and do not see wear anytime in the near future

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a week ago

a couple holding hands equitably, three generations of a family tailgating on the side of the road eating lil caesars off of paper plates, and a row of falcon’s feathers in the dry crispy grass that cracks underfoot and feels like sand to the touch

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a week ago

@fujohegel and when you look out through the window and see the cool breeze whispering summer secrets to and through the leaves it will not matter whether or not you remember what other, long gone humans ‘decided’ the tree should be called—you will know enough