๐ฟ๐ช๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค๐, ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ค๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ช๐๐๐ฉ๐จ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ช๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ก ๐๐ช๐ง๐ฉ๐๐๐ง ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ/๐๐ฆ๐ณ
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My Brain Says Academics But My Heart Says A Renaissance Era Poet In Florence, Struggling To Make Ends
My brain says academics but my heart says a Renaissance era poet in Florence, struggling to make ends meet with bestie Michelangelo cuz wages are falling.
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ok but can we agree that drawing or writing things on someone's back with your finger and making them guess what you're writing is a love language โก
the moon
the microphones // jack mord // mariusz lewandowski // richard siken // nasa // elliott smith // quint buchholz // nasa // mary oliver
๐งก๐โจ๐
Letโs just sit here (stay) for a while, my beloved.
The air smells like tangerine when weโre together.
Let this deafening silence engulf us, the paper in your left hand is still burning, but the air smells like tangerine.
You once said you donโt like to go back home early, โitโs made up of dead bonesโ you said.
So letโs sit here for a while,
till the tangerineness in the air fades away and it smells like yet another day.
~ Vai ๐
Hi, I hereby declare that noticing little things about me like how I take my coffee and that I bite my lower lip when Iโm nervous is my love language, thank you v much.
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baby: d-d-d-d
dad: daddy?
baby: destroy capitalism
karl marx: nice