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How do you spend your time on this planet?

Are you awake?

Did you get enough sleep?

Did you stretch your fingertips and squint against the morning sun?

How do you spend your time on this planet?

I’ve been thinking, lately, about how it feels to fall in love.

Are you in love?

What does it feel like?

Or, what did it feel like?

Some say it feels like a Sunday morning, unhurried and soporific, time gentle and sticky like honey, if not sweeter. Some say it feels like dying. I think it feels like laying in the patch of floor warmed from the sun spilling in from the windowsill.

I’m not sure if I’ve ever been in love, but I will still devote my being to the idea of it, because that’s what we’re meant to do, right?

Right?

I lied to you, and I will do it again.

Are you angry with me?

Again and again and again.

I lied! I am in love!

What do you think about forever?

I think it’s not supposed to be forever. That’s why it is so precious.

I want to go dancing.

Do you dance?

Do you hold space for wonder and play?

I think that’s the closest we can get to magic, if you believe in it.

Do you believe in magic?

Do you believe in a god?

Do you believe in the void of primordial chaos, the gap from which the world grew?

Believing in magic is essential to my wellbeing.

Have you considered latency?

Do you embrace subtlety?

I dream of him. I dream of him. I dream of him.

Do you lay on their chest and watch the hull and heave of their body as they breathe?

Do you lay in the space of floor warmed by the sun and mistake the feeling for love, too?

How do you spend your time on this planet?

Alone?

Goodnight. I love you.

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Agatha
Agatha
02 de abr.

as cheesy as it sounds but thank you, dakota my muse. i accidentally (or was it really?) came across your blog yesterday hence, prompted me to create my own last night. you give me child-like courage and awe. thank you thank you

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Maria Baird
Maria Baird
19 de dez. de 2023

"I lied to you, and I will do it again.

Are you angry with me?

Again and again and again.

I lied! I am in love!" Resonated with me in ways I can't begin to describe. Forever obsessed with this!

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maria
maria
14 de nov. de 2023

i knew i loved him when i feared he'd make me too happy, too happy happy, too happy to make art

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lucille
lucille
30 de out. de 2023

the fear of feeling like I'm wasting the days of my life away. the fear that I may no longer be able to see and feel what I have felt ever again, as my idiotic brain was distracted and ignorant. But, that's the beauty, the feeling of being free and not foreshadowing the days beyond me. living in the moment and falling in love and singing in front of others with not a twinge of embarrassment ever being felt in my body. oh how that mysterious feeling i may never experience again, now only lives in my memory of regret.

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Athanasia222
Athanasia222
02 de out. de 2023

When I look back at the past and think how much time has been wasted in vain, how much time was lost in delusions, in errors, in idleness, in ignorance of how to live, how I did not value time, how often I sinned against my heart and spirit - my heart bleeds. Life is a gift, life is happiness.

Dostoevsky

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