perfect song by Heather Christle
maybe i was made for loving things. maybe that's what life is all about.
it's orange season
Every time a woman makes a pink job or girl math or girl dinner or I'm just a girl joke I unfortunately have to kill a random man on the streets. And you may think this is cruel or unjust but in reality that's just the way the cookie crumbles
all the green in the world!!
mt shuksan, north cascades, washington
“You're asking me what I want for breakfast and I'm telling you about how when the worst thing happened, I didn't even cry. You're handing me a receipt from the laundromat down the street and I'm passing you a bundle of letters that I wrote to God when I was fourteen and scared. You're passing me the milk after you drip it into your coffee and I'm half laughing about the psychiatrist's office and how there's actually a couch and it's made of blue tweed. You're trying to do the normal things and I am throwing up dull pieces of truth onto our kitchen table. I can't lie anymore. These are the things I've done and they're mostly sad. These are the places I've been and they're mostly awful. This life has woven itself into the notches of my spine and I hear it creak every time I stand.”
— Fortesa Latifi; Dull Pieces Of Truth
BELL’S BEEN THROUGH A LOT OF TRAUMA, BOTH REAL AND IMAGINED.
unknown via ojibwa on tumblr / semiotics of dogs by katrina gulliver / ninth house - leigh bardugo / haunted womanhood by heather havrilesky / theory of motion (4): another middle-class black kid tries to name it by cameron awkward-rich / the bell jar by sylvia plath
What Good Is Heaven, Raye Hendrix
"i'm mr sterling's right hand arm. man." is to say: i am the unutterable wisdom that precedes and gives rise to verbal understanding.
"i'm mr sterling everything" is to say: i am the undifferentiated matrix through which the phenomenon of "mr sterling" is apprehended.
"his confidant. his best friend. his silly rabbit." is to say: the unity of the two, differentiated and undifferentiated, quiescence and clarity, produces a third which is motion, who then goes on reproduce itself indefinitely.
"does he call you that? no." is to say: the name which can be spoken is not the eternal name.
Carl Phillips, "Fixed Shadow, Moving Water", Then the War: New and Selected Poems [ID'd]
@/avainblue // antigone, sophocles // @/sinfulscrapbook // unknown // it is right to draw their fur, dave eggers // day after tomorrow - phoebe bridgers // unknown // sun bleached flies - ethel cain // tonight I’m someone else, chelsea hodson // the war of vaslav nijinsky, frank bidart