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“My mother boils seawater. It sits all afternoon simmering on the stovetop, almost two gallons in a big soup pot. The windows steam up and the house smells like a storm. In the evening, a crust of salt is all that’s left at the bottom of the pot. My mother scrapes it out with a spoon. We each lick a fingertip and dip them in the salt and it’s softer than you’d think, less like sand and more like snow. We lay our fingertips on our tongues, right in the middle. It tastes like salt but like something else, too—wide, and dark. It tastes like drowning, or like falling asleep on the shore and only waking up when the tide has come up to your feet and you wonder if you’d gone on sleeping, would you have sunk?” The Alchemy: Salt from Water
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“My mother boils seawater. It sits all afternoon simmering on the stovetop, almost two gallons in a big soup pot. The windows steam up and the house smells like a storm. In the evening, a crust of salt is all that’s left at the bottom of the pot. My mother scrapes it out with a spoon. We each lick a fingertip and dip them in the salt and it’s softer than you’d think, less like sand and more like snow. We lay our fingertips on our tongues, right in the middle. It tastes like salt but like something else, too—wide, and dark. It tastes like drowning, or like falling asleep on the shore and only waking up when the tide has come up to your feet and you wonder if you’d gone on sleeping, would you have sunk?” The Alchemy: Salt from Water
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“My mother boils seawater. It sits all afternoon simmering on the stovetop, almost two gallons in a big soup pot. The windows steam up and the house smells like a storm. In the evening, a crust of salt is all that’s left at the bottom of the pot. My mother scrapes it out with a spoon. We each lick a fingertip and dip them in the salt and it’s softer than you’d think, less like sand and more like snow. We lay our fingertips on our tongues, right in the middle. It tastes like salt but like something else, too—wide, and dark. It tastes like drowning, or like falling asleep on the shore and only waking up when the tide has come up to your feet and you wonder if you’d gone on sleeping, would you have sunk?”

The Alchemy: Salt from Water

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3liza: zombieswithcheese: 30thcenturyboy: ohmygil: adriofthedead: snoozlebee: allisonkilkenny: Chris Person fixed TIME’s new magazine cover. Now it’s accurate. (TIME version #1, Person edit #2) Update: And here’s another stellar contribution from @direlog EXCELLENT From @EARNEST_CYBORG9 I’m so mad. I’m back living at home because my mom NEEDS me. You think I WANT to sleep on a couch that’s not big enough for me and barely make enough to get by? You don’t know my life, Time. Get off my back. and kindly fuck off. Between this and that Atlantic article I read last night, I’m about ready to spit hot venomous magma. Youth in goddamned revolt. I just had a huge conversation about this crying over this crap, my situation, and how so many other people my age are in the same boat. I’ve been crying for the past 3 years about it. And it’s still not getting any better. we’ll get jobs and our own places to live when we pry them from your cold, dead hands
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3liza: zombieswithcheese: 30thcenturyboy: ohmygil: adriofthedead: snoozlebee: allisonkilkenny: Chris Person fixed TIME’s new magazine cover. Now it’s accurate. (TIME version #1, Person edit #2) Update: And here’s another stellar contribution from @direlog EXCELLENT From @EARNEST_CYBORG9 I’m so mad. I’m back living at home because my mom NEEDS me. You think I WANT to sleep on a couch that’s not big enough for me and barely make enough to get by? You don’t know my life, Time. Get off my back. and kindly fuck off. Between this and that Atlantic article I read last night, I’m about ready to spit hot venomous magma. Youth in goddamned revolt. I just had a huge conversation about this crying over this crap, my situation, and how so many other people my age are in the same boat. I’ve been crying for the past 3 years about it. And it’s still not getting any better. we’ll get jobs and our own places to live when we pry them from your cold, dead hands
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3liza: zombieswithcheese: 30thcenturyboy: ohmygil: adriofthedead: snoozlebee: allisonkilkenny: Chris Person fixed TIME’s new magazine cover. Now it’s accurate. (TIME version #1, Person edit #2) Update: And here’s another stellar contribution from @direlog EXCELLENT From @EARNEST_CYBORG9 I’m so mad. I’m back living at home because my mom NEEDS me. You think I WANT to sleep on a couch that’s not big enough for me and barely make enough to get by? You don’t know my life, Time. Get off my back. and kindly fuck off. Between this and that Atlantic article I read last night, I’m about ready to spit hot venomous magma. Youth in goddamned revolt. I just had a huge conversation about this crying over this crap, my situation, and how so many other people my age are in the same boat. I’ve been crying for the past 3 years about it. And it’s still not getting any better. we’ll get jobs and our own places to live when we pry them from your cold, dead hands
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30thcenturyboy:

ohmygil:

adriofthedead:

snoozlebee:

allisonkilkenny:

Chris Person fixed TIME’s new magazine cover. Now it’s accurate. (TIME version #1, Person edit #2)

Update: And here’s another stellar contribution from @direlog

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From @EARNEST_CYBORG9

I’m so mad. I’m back living at home because my mom NEEDS me. You think I WANT to sleep on a couch that’s not big enough for me and barely make enough to get by?

You don’t know my life, Time. Get off my back. and kindly fuck off.

Between this and that Atlantic article I read last night, I’m about ready to spit hot venomous magma. Youth in goddamned revolt.

I just had a huge conversation about this crying over this crap, my situation, and how so many other people my age are in the same boat. I’ve been crying for the past 3 years about it. And it’s still not getting any better.

we’ll get jobs and our own places to live when we pry them from your cold, dead hands

I was by myself for a pretty long time. I needed to do that. I think everyone that I know has wanted to do that or needed to do that at some point. I think when you spend enough time when it’s quiet around you and you don’t open your mouth for three or four days, there’s parts of your brain that can kind of rest. I think when we’re out in the world and we have to talk to people, we edit ourselves. You know, we have to like, act a little bit. As honest as we may be as humans, when we’re out here, we’re all kind of wearing mirrors on our faces. You know, constantly reacting to how to react to the people around you. And I think when you’re alone for a long enough time, you can feel a lot more peace.
Justin Vernon (via awelltraveledwoman)

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