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nothing is wasted in the garden.

May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

tumblr is like a psych ward except no one gets better

Be mindful that your guilt is useless unless you allow it to evolve into something more meaningful […] Guilt is always a crossroad. It can be a gateway to consciousness, or we can obsess over what we have done, wallow in our guilt, use it as an excuse not to grow, and fixate on the idea that we deserve punishment rather than seeing our guilt as a signpost pointing us toward the true path.

Matthew Kelly (The Rocking Chair Prophet, pages 85, 85-86)

This took me seven tries to record but the acoustics in the hallway were worth it

Toxic

Maskfly by A. Shipwright

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Foggy breaths and clouded minds,

Take a pull and close your eyes,

Take my head and make it dead

Vex the vultures, fool the flies

Fill my lungs til my body's cold

Sell myself for some liquid gold

Remove the logic, keep the sense

Am I alone? My muscles tense

Meaning dissolves in front of me

Do I seek peace or recompense?

Am I in prison or am I free?

I'm just paranoid, or so I'm told,

Buried in clouds of liquid gold

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"Liquid Gold" by Salem Eirny