“”Everything falls apart at the exact same time it all comes together perfectly for the next step.”

I think I was silent for a couple of minutes after I first watched this, and I know my eyes filled with tears; sometimes they still do.
In recent weeks, I’ve noticed patterns around me gently emerging, things coinciding neatly and eerily and I’m reminded of Listener’s …poetry? Music? Spoken-word, call it what you will, it’s a powerful piece of art, and I think it ties in nicely with the synchronicity I’m experiencing.

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On the phrase ‘man up’, and the correct response.

Another magnificent piece of poetry, and another beautifully articulated argument for the utter abolishment of these ridiculous gender roles. I’m starting to become a real fan of Button Poetry.

The poetry of comfort eating

FEELING: The one where the sudden knowledge that someone will never love you drops into your brain chilly and small like a marble through gelatin, and whether it’s right or wrong it can never be extracted through that same neat bloodless tunnel; you will need to plunge your hand in after it and tear up everything.

HOW TO EAT IT: Bread pudding. Mac and cheese.

As someone with a long history of feelings-induced food binges (stress-eating throughout my entire degree and heartbreak chocolate throughout break-ups each get an honourable mention), I find this collection hilarious, poetic, and accurate. This one is my favourite, but they’re all brilliant.
A Guide to Eating Very Particular Feelings.