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8 months ago

<3. <3.

•Indian summer•


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1 year ago

Mama and Phoebe nights… means corny romance films until till she’s milk drunk.. then when dad comes home from trivia.. I can take a nice bath if I’m lucky 🧖🏼‍♀️👏🫠


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8 months ago

Click to read whole piece clearly 😆

the last part got me 👻💃🏻

and the ghost in my living room says: you don't know what you have 'til it's gone, and by 'it' i mean the rush of shared laughter i mean the beauty cast over everything  at the first sign of love apparent in eyes glowing like stars, i mean healing bruises and the resurrection of a broken heart, the way both are still a little sore, i mean the feeling that you are a person and not a memory  and so hold each beautiful thing even after the shimmer and sparkle fade notice more flowers, read more poetry, feel more juice from more peaches run down your fingers with more reverence  hold your own hand until someone else comes along to hold your burdens, trust that someone will come  and then i ask the ghost where she learned all this from, and she says death is the world's most distinguished professor, and the grief the most patient of teachers that what breaks your heart will open your mind and what softens your heart will be unexplainable   and then i ask the ghost if it was all worth it if the joy is worth the ache that comes and if life is worth the loss and the ghost takes me by the hand and shows me the sunset and says nothing for a very long time if the ghost knows anything, it is that nothing tells more than silence  and finally, the ghost looks over my shoulder at the glowing phone screen, and asks why i started every sentence in this poem with 'and'  and i say i guess i just can't stand the thought of starting over that i want everything connected and endless and the ghost laughs and says "baby, have you listened to a fucking thing i've said?"

AND THE GHOST IN MY LIVING ROOM SAYS by june hart


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1 year ago
Back Turned Woman With A Guitar By Johannes Grenness (Norwegian, 1875–1963)

Back turned woman with a guitar by Johannes Grenness (Norwegian, 1875–1963)

1 year ago
There's A New Post Up On My Substack That Includes This Throwback And A Few Other Pen-and-ink Journal

There's a new post up on my substack that includes this throwback and a few other pen-and-ink journal comics from the archives, along with a behind-the-scenes blog post. This is my first paid-subscribers-only substack post because it's more personal than usual.

Most of my substack posts are free and publicly available! Subscribing (free!) gets them sent right to your email inbox! It's neat! I love you!

1 year ago

“There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done. One is called yesterday and the other is called tomorrow. So today is the right day to love, believe, do and mostly love.”

— Dalai Lama

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