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Author Archives: nails

We’re amongst strangers here, but you don’t feel alone

Posted on March 10, 2026 by nails
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The daughter of a rat is a baby rat

Posted on March 10, 2026 by nails
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fuck permission

Posted on March 10, 2026 by nails
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Panicking about the future

Posted on March 9, 2026 by nails
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It’s not if or how it’s only when

Posted on March 9, 2026 by nails
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Everything is an accident 

Posted on March 9, 2026 by nails
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The artist Kurt Schwitters has the words “You Never Know” inscribed on his grave. I agree wholeheartedly. There are only two certain answers to any question: “You never know” and “Maybe”.

Posted on March 9, 2026 by nails
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to death and to life

Posted on March 9, 2026 by nails
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bowies death unlocked my inability to talk about my mothers death

Posted on March 9, 2026 by nails
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we are somehow just drifting through time before a bereavement, barely noticing its movement., breathing time in and out. Then death enters into our world and time stops

Posted on March 9, 2026 by nails
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