The G stands for Grandmaster

“We are dust and to dust return.” — Pablo Neruda . . . This poem appeared in Odes to Common Things by Pablo Neruda, published by Bulfinch Press, 1994. Shared here with deep gratitude.

“In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.” Pablo Neruda

Final Fantasy 1 done for magic the gathering

sometimes i burn my double jump just to feel something

Accidental seven mile walk to the ocean

UNIDENTIFIED FLYING DIGLETT

taking ur daily vitamins is broken

spiritually brazilian

Any employees of Life clocking In?

Unifentified Flying type Diglett

Idk why it doesn’t feel like it should be Monday night already

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when u hear duck hunt dog’s star KO :(

i love hearing random peoples convos not in a creepy way it’s just cool how we exist at the same time but have completely different lives being human is awesome and we should remember that it’s all our first times living on earth and we only get one real chance

insane levels of brain chemistry alterations just happened here

saw something so beautiful it made time stop

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Photograph of a dragonfly covered in morning dew.

Reading Anne Carson's "Introduction" to "Short Talks", I am reminded of the critic who said prose poetry doesn't "exist" . . . and also trying not to gouge out my own eyes with bladed violets when imagining his purity-fetish as applied to translation theory.

There are no meetings to attend now other than those nocturnal gatherings, whose luminaries fell silent millennia ago. — R. S. Thomas