1. thahalfrican:

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  3. kimkanyekimye:

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  5. The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.
    — Isaac Asimov (via kushandwizdom)
     

  6. story-dj:

    Love and Space Dust

    Poems from my anthology, Love and Space Dust. The full book is out now and available as:

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  7. I didn’t know it
    myself, but I loved you like
    one loves a shadow.
    — 
    I adored what was 
    never really there, just the 
    idea of someone. 

    Haikus by leaveyouapen
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  8. I got lost in the distance
    between the door
    and your bed

    I stopped
    to get directions
    in your eyes

    — The Whiskey Writer (via the-whiskey-writer)

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  9. I take myself out to dinner and do not look at my phone once. I do not call a friend up and ask them to join me. I listen attentively to the conversation in my head. I walk with myself to the library. Read novels, magazines, dusty collections of poetry. Browse zines online and buy a stack of ones that catch my interest. I close my eyes in bed and put my hands in-between my thighs. Know when to go faster, when to slow down, when to speed it up. I moan without shame. I make myself coffee, sip it languorously on my balcony, let my bare shoulders be warmed by the sun and ignore my neighbor’s sideways looks. I put on lipstick on the days I am not leaving the house. Walk around confidently, wearing only underwear and carelessness. Shake my limbs to the busting beat of a song and do not worry about my arms going one way and my legs another. I bite down hard on “monogamy.” Swish it around in my mouth, run my tongue over its bumps and curves, and then spit it out. I bleed on scraps of paper. Let my thoughts out. Listen to them more intently than any person could. I see all parts of me and do not blush. I do not look away. I do not try to run. I stare deeper. Force myself to keep eye contact. Accept all that is inside of me. Make my apologies. I bend my hands in forgiveness. I rise, dripping in the blood of past and future guilt and say, it is okay. All of you. All of me. It is okay.
    — In A Committed Relationship With Myself | Lora Mathis 
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