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every year, for the last three years, around this time, i suddenly start hating my summer best friend, my life. the ease and confidence i had about my plan for life disappears im sullen and suspicious about the parts of my identity that have become too reified
i started describing my woes to a friend when he said, "isn't this the same thing you said last sep?" he was just making a joke, about how much heat makes me happy and how laughably cold makes me unhappy https://t.co/MF85YN1DU8
seasonality still felt like an absurd proposition, to someone who was used to measuring his life in minutes and days. not a year or reasons i don't think i have an embodied sense of "being alive a year from now", to be honest. how could i relate to being seasonal?
there's something mythological to this image, and something deeply, plaintively true https://t.co/94lU6PEJC6
i am the manic pixie dream girl herself, walking barefoot, unafraid to put her idiosyncrasies on other people https://t.co/dO7fIs2Z87
i am none of these things. maybe they were brief expressions of me, but i am the movement itself as long as the movement is alive, i am alive https://t.co/BBnxjYmbWQ
something about grasping the seasonality of Fall lets me grasp This. the intelligence of the pain. the sheer necessity for that kind of pain, to break through an encrusting system. the raw intelligence of my body, the ultimate and final Wild Thing
it's part of the earth it roams and came from https://t.co/JhVBxDAqbD
something about me grasps seasonality. mentally, i make awed note at how coincidental it is my metaphorical fall coincides with seasonal fall. another part of me is unconcerned, and accepts it like it accepts that when thrown water falls https://t.co/1vw3J81Jps
i have feelings about it, and still have favourite seasons, but in my heart of hearts, i don't wish to change it, because i love it a little bit in part because it's my land, my seasons, my seasons that i grew up with
once again, i think about this image. the pleasure this girl has in some unspoken way for the fruit, and the seasons, and the land that are hers, because she knows them https://t.co/94lU6PEJC6
someone else describing it well https://t.co/ltuNQFmnEL