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The face of the movement against arrogance A child is much easier to criticize than a king Who will defend a fallen Icarus? Who would’ve commissioned a better pair of wings? // Curiosity and ambition heralded as sinfulness The selective interpretation of oral tradition The fathers warn their sons about Icarus Just another lie of…
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19 jan 25. 1:08pm i have so many posts that i’ve started and not finished. i’m gonna make this one a lil impefect in terms of grammar and english, but i’m really putting my heart into it. i adore friendship with my whole heart and soul. it is literally the reason for my existence, the…
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(written a few months to a year ago, edited this month) When I tell people I have ADHD, sometimes I can tell what they now think they know about me And to be honest, I’m sure a good chunk of it is true I surround myself with only good people And so they make the…
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Hey y’alls. Sorry I’ve been suuuuuper busy. Just some stuff to address- 75 Rox. Basically I am still doing it and I think I’m doing well with actually forming those habits that I wanted to form, but I honestly just kept track of it in my head bc writing these posts is a lil bit…
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I was a child of the winter Cut lips dripping fresh blood on snow Cold blue and spotted bruises Mangled skin on my stomach that no one will ever know // A fragile monarch trapped in a northern November As the vibrant oranges of autumn fade into weathered grey Fragile wings and skinny bodies crumble…
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My mother put motion sensor lights in the hallway So I don’t have to run from the kitchen to my bedroom in the dark She stuck them to the wall with magnets so they stay There are no outlets nearby, but they hold a charge // The charge lasts for about 96 hours on a…
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28 August 2024. 3/75. New end date: November 8. Quick rundown: I have 10 overall goals that I want to focus on for the next 75 days. My actual goal is to do any 5 of them each day. If I don’t do all 5, I have to start all over. 🙂
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27 August 2024. 2/75. New end date: November 8.
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Evil perspectives echo through my head Of so-called candor cloaking comparison and hatred Calculated laughter, condescension as the intent Credit intimacy and comfort as excuses to treat me like I’m less // I don’t usually believe in public displays of affection or emotion Breakdowns are reserved for moments of desperate isolation I’m trying so hard…
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