Those posts that suddenly pop out on your tumblr dashboard exactly at the right moment to cheer you up, even if you didn’t quite know you needed them.
It’s one of those days. And I feel like saying thank you, internet people, for that.
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PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
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— To a Stranger - Walt Whitman
April 1. This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four.
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