i’m trying not to be sad but every time i move my pleather dress sounds like the plastic sheeting on bubbe’s couches
it’s knowing the world never deserved you in the first place. anger for leaving those who still struggle to breathe without you. rereading your letters to me like it’ll change anything but the depth of my longing and the festering wounds of my grief. it’s that mariah won’t ever sound the same and how im blonde now and id give just about anything for a proper goodbye. it’s how much i love you and how you stuck like molasses to my bones
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man i thought nothing exciting was going to happen to me today and then while vacuuming i found an ezra hairball from like…the middle ages? i’m guessing here, clearly i have no training in archeology but what an important discovery for humankind regardless
Nature is no more innately female than it is congenitally evil. It seems that way (climate change, apocalypse) when man attempts to govern it too long. He begins to see himself in it—to personify it, for better or for worse—because the worst truth is that it does not see him at all. —
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Unskilled labor doesn’t exist.
Labor which requires skills that are devalued does.
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