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boykeats:
july in appalachia by keaton st. james
(patreon)
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july in appalachia by keaton st. james
(patreon)
Keep reading
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theliterarybug:
I am An Amiable Dragon
I’m an amiable dragon,
And I have no wish to scare,
Do not tremble at my presence,
Do ignore my lethal stare,
Do not fret about the fire
I unleash into the air,
You are free to pass unchallenged–
But only if you dare!
From The Dragons Are Singing Tonight Poems by Jack Prelutsky
Please check it out at your local library!
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theliterarybug:
I am An Amiable Dragon
I’m an amiable dragon,
And I have no wish to scare,
Do not tremble at my presence,
Do ignore my lethal stare,
Do not fret about the fire
I unleash into the air,
You are free to pass unchallenged–
But only if you dare!
From The Dragons Are Singing Tonight Poems by Jack Prelutsky
Please check it out at your local library!
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littlesleepydragon:
Nobody told me that Matt Smith recited my favorite dragon poem to Disney clips.
Once they all believed in dragons
When the world was fresh and young,
We were woven into legends,
Tales were told and songs were sung,
We were treated with obeisance,
We were honored, we were feared,
Then one day they stopped believing–
On that day, we disappeared.
Now they say our time is over,
Now they say we’ve lived our last,
Now we’re treated with derision
Where once we ruled unsurpassed.
We must make them all remember,
In some way we must reveal
That our spirit lives forever–
We are dragons! We are real!
- Jack Prelutsky
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littlesleepydragon:
Nobody told me that Matt Smith recited my favorite dragon poem to Disney clips.
Once they all believed in dragons
When the world was fresh and young,
We were woven into legends,
Tales were told and songs were sung,
We were treated with obeisance,
We were honored, we were feared,
Then one day they stopped believing–
On that day, we disappeared.
Now they say our time is over,
Now they say we’ve lived our last,
Now we’re treated with derision
Where once we ruled unsurpassed.
We must make them all remember,
In some way we must reveal
That our spirit lives forever–
We are dragons! We are real!
- Jack Prelutsky
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mochimars:
I hope Nael knows their poem made me cry
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mochimars:
I hope Nael knows their poem made me cry
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starsbetweenyourpalms:
You shed your glories like they are
the yoke across your back,
in offering.
You dive as though it is your last song,
and you are a spun-glass ornament,
so high in the boughs, plunging to earth
with a tail of light that rivals a falling comet.
You give it all,
your heart so full of ache
it drowns the ocean.
And you, oh beloved, you are surprised
that we would catch you,
and refuse to let you shatter
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starsbetweenyourpalms:
You shed your glories like they are
the yoke across your back,
in offering.
You dive as though it is your last song,
and you are a spun-glass ornament,
so high in the boughs, plunging to earth
with a tail of light that rivals a falling comet.
You give it all,
your heart so full of ache
it drowns the ocean.
And you, oh beloved, you are surprised
that we would catch you,
and refuse to let you shatter
- untitled i | imj
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“
Get some sleep.
Don’t give advice.
Take care of your teeth and gums.
Don’t be afraid of anything beyond your control. Don’t be afraid, for
instance, that the building will collapse as you sleep, or that someone
you love will suddenly drop dead.
Eat an orange every morning.
Be friendly. It will help make you happy.
Raise your pulse rate to 120 beats per minute for 20 straight minutes
four or five times a week doing anything you enjoy.
Hope for everything. Expect nothing.
Take care of things close to home first. Straighten up your room
before you save the world. Then save the world.
Know that the desire to be perfect is probably the veiled expression
of another desire—to be loved, perhaps, or not to die.
Make eye contact with a tree.
Be skeptical about all opinions, but try to see some value in each of them.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Learn something every day. (Dzien dobre!)
Be nice to people before they have a chance to behave badly.
Don’t stay angry about anything for more than a week, but don’t
forget what made you angry. Hold your anger out at arm’s length
and look at it, as if it were a glass ball. Then add it to your glass ball
collection.
Be loyal.
Wear comfortable shoes.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Be kind to old people, even when they are obnoxious. When you
become old, be kind to young people. Do not throw your cane at
them when they call you Grandpa. They are your grandchildren!
Live with an animal.
Do not spend too much time with large groups of people.
If you need help, ask for it.
Cultivate good posture until it becomes natural.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Plan your day so you never have to rush.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Expect society to be defective. Then weep when you find that it is far
more defective than you imagined.
When you borrow something, return it in an even better condition.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
After dinner, wash the dishes.
Calm down.
Visit foreign countries, except those whose inhabitants have
expressed a desire to kill you.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Sing, every once in a while.
Be on time, but if you are late do not give a detailed and lengthy
excuse.
Don’t be too self-critical or too self-congratulatory.
Don’t think that progress exists. It doesn’t.
Walk upstairs.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Imagine what you would like to see happen, and then don’t do
anything to make it impossible.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Forgive your country every once in a while. If that is not possible, go
to another one.
If you feel tired, rest.
Grow something.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Appreciate simple pleasures, such as the pleasure of chewing, the
pleasure of warm water running down your back, the pleasure of a
cool breeze, the pleasure of falling asleep.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Learn how to stretch your muscles. Stretch them every day.
Don’t be depressed about growing older. It will make you feel even
older. Which is depressing.
Do one thing at a time.
If you burn your finger, put it in cold water immediately. If you bang
your finger with a hammer, hold your hand in the air for twenty
minutes. You will be surprised by the curative powers of coldness and
gravity.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Be calm in a crisis. The more critical the situation, the calmer you
should be.
Enjoy sex, but don’t become obsessed with it. Except for brief periods
in your adolescence, youth, middle age, and old age.
Contemplate everything’s opposite.
If you’re struck with the fear that you’ve swum out too far in the
ocean, turn around and go back to the lifeboat.
Keep your childish self alive.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Cry every once in a while, but only when alone. Then appreciate
how much better you feel. Don’t be embarrassed about feeling better.
Do not inhale smoke.
Take a deep breath.
Do not smart off to a policeman.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Be good.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Remember beauty, which exists, and truth, which does not. Notice
that the idea of truth is just as powerful as the idea of beauty.
Stay out of jail.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Be honest with yourself, diplomatic with others.
Do not go crazy a lot. It’s a waste of time.
Read and reread great books.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
In winter, before you go to bed, humidify your bedroom.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Drink plenty of water. When asked what you would like to drink,
say, ‘Water, please.’
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Be kind to physical objects.
Beginning at age forty, get a complete ‘physical’ every few years
from a doctor you trust and feel comfortable with.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Take out the trash.
Love life.
Use exact change.
When there’s shooting in the street, don’t go near the window.
”
- Ron Padgett, How to be Perfect
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“
Get some sleep.
Don’t give advice.
Take care of your teeth and gums.
Don’t be afraid of anything beyond your control. Don’t be afraid, for
instance, that the building will collapse as you sleep, or that someone
you love will suddenly drop dead.
Eat an orange every morning.
Be friendly. It will help make you happy.
Raise your pulse rate to 120 beats per minute for 20 straight minutes
four or five times a week doing anything you enjoy.
Hope for everything. Expect nothing.
Take care of things close to home first. Straighten up your room
before you save the world. Then save the world.
Know that the desire to be perfect is probably the veiled expression
of another desire—to be loved, perhaps, or not to die.
Make eye contact with a tree.
Be skeptical about all opinions, but try to see some value in each of them.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Learn something every day. (Dzien dobre!)
Be nice to people before they have a chance to behave badly.
Don’t stay angry about anything for more than a week, but don’t
forget what made you angry. Hold your anger out at arm’s length
and look at it, as if it were a glass ball. Then add it to your glass ball
collection.
Be loyal.
Wear comfortable shoes.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Be kind to old people, even when they are obnoxious. When you
become old, be kind to young people. Do not throw your cane at
them when they call you Grandpa. They are your grandchildren!
Live with an animal.
Do not spend too much time with large groups of people.
If you need help, ask for it.
Cultivate good posture until it becomes natural.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Plan your day so you never have to rush.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Expect society to be defective. Then weep when you find that it is far
more defective than you imagined.
When you borrow something, return it in an even better condition.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
After dinner, wash the dishes.
Calm down.
Visit foreign countries, except those whose inhabitants have
expressed a desire to kill you.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Sing, every once in a while.
Be on time, but if you are late do not give a detailed and lengthy
excuse.
Don’t be too self-critical or too self-congratulatory.
Don’t think that progress exists. It doesn’t.
Walk upstairs.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Imagine what you would like to see happen, and then don’t do
anything to make it impossible.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Forgive your country every once in a while. If that is not possible, go
to another one.
If you feel tired, rest.
Grow something.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Appreciate simple pleasures, such as the pleasure of chewing, the
pleasure of warm water running down your back, the pleasure of a
cool breeze, the pleasure of falling asleep.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Learn how to stretch your muscles. Stretch them every day.
Don’t be depressed about growing older. It will make you feel even
older. Which is depressing.
Do one thing at a time.
If you burn your finger, put it in cold water immediately. If you bang
your finger with a hammer, hold your hand in the air for twenty
minutes. You will be surprised by the curative powers of coldness and
gravity.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Be calm in a crisis. The more critical the situation, the calmer you
should be.
Enjoy sex, but don’t become obsessed with it. Except for brief periods
in your adolescence, youth, middle age, and old age.
Contemplate everything’s opposite.
If you’re struck with the fear that you’ve swum out too far in the
ocean, turn around and go back to the lifeboat.
Keep your childish self alive.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Cry every once in a while, but only when alone. Then appreciate
how much better you feel. Don’t be embarrassed about feeling better.
Do not inhale smoke.
Take a deep breath.
Do not smart off to a policeman.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Be good.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Remember beauty, which exists, and truth, which does not. Notice
that the idea of truth is just as powerful as the idea of beauty.
Stay out of jail.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Be honest with yourself, diplomatic with others.
Do not go crazy a lot. It’s a waste of time.
Read and reread great books.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
In winter, before you go to bed, humidify your bedroom.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Drink plenty of water. When asked what you would like to drink,
say, ‘Water, please.’
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Be kind to physical objects.
Beginning at age forty, get a complete ‘physical’ every few years
from a doctor you trust and feel comfortable with.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Take out the trash.
Love life.
Use exact change.
When there’s shooting in the street, don’t go near the window.
”
- Ron Padgett, How to be Perfect
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violentwavesofemotion:
Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton; “Iron Hans,” wr. c. 1963
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violentwavesofemotion:
Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton; “Iron Hans,” wr. c. 1963
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“Like breath or a balloon, I’m rising,
I hover six inches in the air
in my blazing swan-egg of light.
You think I’m not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you’ll burn.”
- Margaret Atwood, from “Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing” featured in Morning in the Burned House (via watchoutforintellect)
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“Like breath or a balloon, I’m rising,
I hover six inches in the air
in my blazing swan-egg of light.
You think I’m not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you’ll burn.”
- Margaret Atwood, from “Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing” featured in Morning in the Burned House (via watchoutforintellect)
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madlori:
haunted-hideaway:
oboe-youdidnt:
dubiousculturalartifact:
solitarelee:
captainsblogsupplemental:
I actually… love this
i once wrote an entire academic paper with the central thesis of ‘everyone is kind of a dick to Data and it honestly kinda reflect how people treat neurodiverse people, which is also why we neurodiverse people relate to him so hard’
the original post was missing a line, so here’s the full poem!!
His poetry is good. Fight me.
I HAVE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR YEARS
“AN ODE TO SPOT” IS FREAKING GENIUS FIGHT ME
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madlori:
haunted-hideaway:
oboe-youdidnt:
dubiousculturalartifact:
solitarelee:
captainsblogsupplemental:
I actually… love this
i once wrote an entire academic paper with the central thesis of ‘everyone is kind of a dick to Data and it honestly kinda reflect how people treat neurodiverse people, which is also why we neurodiverse people relate to him so hard’
the original post was missing a line, so here’s the full poem!!
His poetry is good. Fight me.
I HAVE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR YEARS
“AN ODE TO SPOT” IS FREAKING GENIUS FIGHT ME
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cardiamachina:
“I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we’ve suffered enough.”
— Seventy Years of Sleep # 4. nikka ursula (n.t)
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cardiamachina:
“I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we’ve suffered enough.”
— Seventy Years of Sleep # 4. nikka ursula (n.t)
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"When they ask you, “What is a
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“
When they ask you,
“What is a prophecy?”
tell them the truth.
Tell them,
It’s screaming into the night
when you know no one will hear you,
when you know they wouldn’t help
even if they did.
Tell them,
It is blood blood blood
dripping from the end of a sword;
from rocks, smashed into heads;
from hands, curled into fists;
from your own mouth.
Tell them,
It’s the still moment
When the whole world holds its breath,
just before the sun rises.
Tell them it is fresh fruit in winter.
Tell them it’s your own wrists,
bruised from hands
which have not yet dared to touch you.
When they don’t believe you, remember
not everyone can possess the future.
Most only have enough strength
to die screaming once.
”
-
The Prophet, Cassandra (via katherinenzrr)
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sparklecryptid …this is Phoebus, isn’t it.
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“
When they ask you,
“What is a prophecy?”
tell them the truth.
Tell them,
It’s screaming into the night
when you know no one will hear you,
when you know they wouldn’t help
even if they did.
Tell them,
It is blood blood blood
dripping from the end of a sword;
from rocks, smashed into heads;
from hands, curled into fists;
from your own mouth.
Tell them,
It’s the still moment
When the whole world holds its breath,
just before the sun rises.
Tell them it is fresh fruit in winter.
Tell them it’s your own wrists,
bruised from hands
which have not yet dared to touch you.
When they don’t believe you, remember
not everyone can possess the future.
Most only have enough strength
to die screaming once.
”
-
The Prophet, Cassandra (via katherinenzrr)
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"Teach me to hear mermaids singing,"
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“Teach me to hear mermaids singing,”
-
John Donne, from The Selected Poems; “Song: Go Catch A Falling Star,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
angelrider13 darthrevaan
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“Teach me to hear mermaids singing,”
-
John Donne, from The Selected Poems; “Song: Go Catch A Falling Star,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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salemwitchtrials:
Excerpt from The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton
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Excerpt from The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton
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that-beheld-bastard:
How to love a god
1. Foolishly.
They do not care for you, do not know you. You are nothing but an amusement in a world of the mundane familiar. Savor that.
2. Unabashedly.
It is beyond your comprehension, and the study of it is your rapture. There is nothing here that you could ever understand. You do not look away.
3. Breathlessly.
When did you first feel them? When did the all encompassing pressure begin to grow? Does it matter? You cannot breathe. Its too much. You want more.
4. Desperately.
You are lost and losing more the longer you wander here, in this garden of wrong turns and impossible riddles. Inside It calls to you and promises safe passage in payment for faith. What a beautiful lie
5. Helplessly.
Of course you love them. You always have. They found you and made you theirs, isn’t it such a gift?
6. Recklessly.
You will burn yourself out in a blaze of glory in hopes that a supernova will notice, but the thrill of the burn is worth it in its own right.
7. Blindly.
You know nothing of it because you have never confronted it. It lurks behind you always, never seen but ever noticed. Whisper your prayers to the shadows, maybe one day one of them will listen.
8. Ceaselessly.
It is just out of reach, constantly flitting in and out of existence, close enough to taunt, far enough to evade your grasping claws. You’ll catch it one day. Its already caught you.
9. Thunderously.
Fight. Tear. Rend. Bleed. Blood is the oldest call to the gods and they will listen. If you spill enough that is.
10. Inevitably.
It was always going to lead you here, to the point where nothing has ever mattered but who you are and the fact that you will never change again. It does not care for you, so there is no judgement here.
11. Harmoniously.
You cannot cooexist with them for they are more than can ever be explained but you can become more-than-you if you try, a fragile counterpoint to their divine song.
12. Freely.
This was chosen for you by you by chance but the reward is an endless being, live without the boundaries of ‘too much’.
13. Collectively.
You are but a collection of parts, but every piece of your self calls out in rapture of their use in service to the perfect whole you can become.
14. Exclusively.
No one loves your god as you do, you alone know the truth to it existence, you alone know how to fill the vacuum of nothing that cradles you. You will never fill it.
1. Foolishly.
This cannot continue. There is nothing there to love.
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that-beheld-bastard:
How to love a god
1. Foolishly.
They do not care for you, do not know you. You are nothing but an amusement in a world of the mundane familiar. Savor that.
2. Unabashedly.
It is beyond your comprehension, and the study of it is your rapture. There is nothing here that you could ever understand. You do not look away.
3. Breathlessly.
When did you first feel them? When did the all encompassing pressure begin to grow? Does it matter? You cannot breathe. Its too much. You want more.
4. Desperately.
You are lost and losing more the longer you wander here, in this garden of wrong turns and impossible riddles. Inside It calls to you and promises safe passage in payment for faith. What a beautiful lie
5. Helplessly.
Of course you love them. You always have. They found you and made you theirs, isn’t it such a gift?
6. Recklessly.
You will burn yourself out in a blaze of glory in hopes that a supernova will notice, but the thrill of the burn is worth it in its own right.
7. Blindly.
You know nothing of it because you have never confronted it. It lurks behind you always, never seen but ever noticed. Whisper your prayers to the shadows, maybe one day one of them will listen.
8. Ceaselessly.
It is just out of reach, constantly flitting in and out of existence, close enough to taunt, far enough to evade your grasping claws. You’ll catch it one day. Its already caught you.
9. Thunderously.
Fight. Tear. Rend. Bleed. Blood is the oldest call to the gods and they will listen. If you spill enough that is.
10. Inevitably.
It was always going to lead you here, to the point where nothing has ever mattered but who you are and the fact that you will never change again. It does not care for you, so there is no judgement here.
11. Harmoniously.
You cannot cooexist with them for they are more than can ever be explained but you can become more-than-you if you try, a fragile counterpoint to their divine song.
12. Freely.
This was chosen for you by you by chance but the reward is an endless being, live without the boundaries of ‘too much’.
13. Collectively.
You are but a collection of parts, but every piece of your self calls out in rapture of their use in service to the perfect whole you can become.
14. Exclusively.
No one loves your god as you do, you alone know the truth to it existence, you alone know how to fill the vacuum of nothing that cradles you. You will never fill it.
1. Foolishly.
This cannot continue. There is nothing there to love.
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“
and i am coming to my courage like
the winter deer to street light salt licks,
not an unbelonging as the lantern waste
—all wonder, the stuff of fairy tale—
but the production of coexistence,
the necessity of season change and cold.
never once have i stared down a lake
and found destiny staring me back,
sword in her hand and a kingdom dawning.
there is only this: the snow on the ground
and the long frozen night and waking,
greeting the morning on foal legs, shivering.
this is desperation or resignation or hope.
the sun’s path does not turn at my touch
—regardless, i am making it through.
maybe it is only chance circumstance,
my brow unadorned, and yet—well.
i might not be valiant, but i am here.
”
- do not martyr yourself//there is time enough for legends to be born (via mouseymightymarvellous)
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“
and i am coming to my courage like
the winter deer to street light salt licks,
not an unbelonging as the lantern waste
—all wonder, the stuff of fairy tale—
but the production of coexistence,
the necessity of season change and cold.
never once have i stared down a lake
and found destiny staring me back,
sword in her hand and a kingdom dawning.
there is only this: the snow on the ground
and the long frozen night and waking,
greeting the morning on foal legs, shivering.
this is desperation or resignation or hope.
the sun’s path does not turn at my touch
—regardless, i am making it through.
maybe it is only chance circumstance,
my brow unadorned, and yet—well.
i might not be valiant, but i am here.
”
- do not martyr yourself//there is time enough for legends to be born (via mouseymightymarvellous)
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"Tell me I’m clever, Tell me I’m kind,
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“Tell me I’m clever,
Tell me I’m kind,
Tell me I’m talented,
Tell me I’m cute,
Tell me I’m sensitive,
Graceful and wise,
Tell me I’m perfect,
But tell me the truth.”
- Shel Silverstein (via lovelustquotes)
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“Tell me I’m clever,
Tell me I’m kind,
Tell me I’m talented,
Tell me I’m cute,
Tell me I’m sensitive,
Graceful and wise,
Tell me I’m perfect,
But tell me the truth.”
- Shel Silverstein (via lovelustquotes)
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