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Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me ( Read more... )

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I have been thinking about how many work environments seem to foster a passive aggressive sadistism and hownumbness can become this state too. I work for a person in particular that I am wary of - they  love to see people fail.That kind of perverse pleasure our society has fed upon, devouring people as they fall from grace.I feel likeI want to help ( Read more... )

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today I have been thinking about how over timewe become carved out by love into form and what does this mean when you stand alone when the negative space is what becomes primary who am I?
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Originally posted by bleodswean at Helen in Underworld ~ Catherynne M. Valente It was in Egypt. I found them in Egypt:little oily seeds.iridescent, almost,like hummingbird pupils.There was sand in your eyebrowswhen you gave them to me,sand in the creases of apothecary-palms.Your eyes were full of mercury and gypsum,overflowing with bryony and hellebore.I ( Read more... )